Novel & Cerita Oblivion Master Trainers

"He'll teach you the basic things you need to know, assign you on little missions which you must pass every one of them. You're to obey him and do whatever he says because he's your trainer. "When you've completed your training, and I'm satisfied, then I'll make you a member of the clan. Do you understand?" He concluded with an icy tone and Octavia nodded slowly. "Yes. master", she added almost immediately. What? Moscow? Mica was spiteful. Why did it have to be him? Her eyes searched for him and found him among the boys in the room. There was an evil smirk on his face. Damn it! Why did he have to be chosen as Octavia's trainer???

I was thinking Master is going to eliminate it but maybe he is leaving it to always remind me of my overconfidence which he shattered in front of everyone in Aqua blade. Master’s hand stops caressing me and he goes back to his seat while tears well up in my eyes, my skin is burning from the way he touches me. I want him but I know I will never be able to have him no matter how hard I try. Master is practically my mother and my father figure, he taught me how to read and write and even trains with me personally. Master Athan was the one who even saved me from another trainee who wanted to take advantage of me after I was tricked into taking a psychedelic plant during our herbology class. Mast

Elena's eyes widened the moment she heard Daniel without doubt said it. “…We are the worst criminals you ever met and that’s why I’m telling you the worst part of it since you need to know that Young Master will never stop chasing you even to the end of the world. I could tell his obsession for you only get to concerning level, and I could guess it only get worse.” Elena gulped. “All I can say is, you need to stay, Miss. Or the world will burn.” She let out shaky breath with hands fisted on her side. She realized that she also wanted him but his obsession? It only made her scared.

Penny didn’t know who he was, no one knew who he was but Penny had told her he could have been one of the ghost trainers that existed in the ring and no one could buy them or source them out, they could only look for you. Ghost excellent trainers existed in the underground, most of them were champions of the ring and some were just that good. And because they were extremely good, they were ghost. No one could find them unless they wanted to find you, unlike most trainers and agents, you couldn’t buy these ones, they come to you if they want. They were always in the ring, watching fights looking for boxers with potential to train. If they recognize or admit that you have potential or ability,

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

"There is a solution." The room quieted. Marcus looked hopeful. Dangerous. Hopeful Marcus was unpredictable. Order folded his arms. "The Spirit Realm." Silence. Marcus blinked. "What about it?" The guardian smiled. For the first time since entering the room. A genuine smile. "The Spirit Realm has records." The room leaned forward. "Teachers." Another pause. "Archives." And finally— "Experts." Marcus stared. Order nodded. "You won't lack trainers." The silver glow around Marcus brightened slightly.

Seeing how Zen refused to spill the beans, Damian took charge of recalling their chaotic split adventure starting from the fifth floor. “Instead of doing a normal job specialisation quest, he had an entire training arc to prove his worth. This guy unlocked a secret character with the clergyman and had to train under him to learn unique skills unheard of for regular job advancement. It’s why he can create holy water. Speaking of holy water, did you know he abused the system and used it to—” Before Damian could finish his sentence, Zen tackled him to the wall as the couple prepared for combat. They had just turned a corner and immediately ran into a small group of Dinotaurs.

"Should I leave again or is someone going to tell me what's going on?" "Lore Master Apprentice Famallumi decided upon himself to leave the Land Under to add your story to the lore of the elves. You see, for an apprentice to reach the level of master, he must bring a new piece of lore to be added to the archives, his Progression Tale." Tryna's voice held an artificial smile, her stance relaying the anger she tried to contain. "He assumed your story would be the perfect one for his assignment."

Bill was going to use her to tip the restaurant staff but on a much larger scale than tipping Marcus. Regina tried to resist, the same as every other slave who ever wore one. Every so often, I'd see her start to flush, an orgasm ready to explode, only to die on the vine, the devilish device not taking her over the edge. I received an alert. The Slave Trainer was dying. "Sorry to tell you this, Bill, but the Slave Trainer is dying." "Lisa, what have you got in your bag of tricks there?" Bill said. "I have this, Master Bill," pulling another Trainer out of her satchel, "plus a charger to put the old one on to recharge."