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Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.

“Thought he would never leave without letting me know.” “Because I was given a price to bring him in without his consent…” My eyes twitch at Xaveeda’s words, glancing back to catch her sticking her head out the window. “…which brings me to a conclusion; you both are involved in a conspiracy that has to do with the Umbra King. Especially as he’s been missing since you left. Hang around, General! I might just grasp another price by bringing you in too. Making a deal with the Mistress of Hell will benefit me more than making one with you.” Her tire screeches as she leaves recklessly, while I make a jump that lands me on the roof of a building, hearing screams from inside. But, well, they will a

Shaped like a rattlesnake, the man curled himself up on the wall. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against his neck and closed his eyes as if embracing a lover. He savored the feeling of power that enveloped him. He looked down at the unsuspecting humans moving to and fro the hallway, oblivious of the fact that somewhere in the building, danger was lurking and lying in wait for somebody that was being held in the building. They were right to be bothered. He'd not come for any of them. He'd come specifically for one person; one person who'd broken the code of conduct or was about to and was going to pay dearly for it with his life.

On a remote mountain, far from the city, a solitary house stood tall, serving as the hideout for a mysterious figure known as the "Old Master." "Boss, she was able to solve the problem," a man dressed in casual wear reported to him. "How did she get that video and that man? I thought he wouldn't speak up. Hurry and get rid of him!" He said angrily. He had done his best to ensure this video wouldn't leak. He had taken care of him and his family, even threatened them, but the man still betrayed him.

As Old Master’s closest aide and a large manor’s butler, he knew the situation better than anyone else. Naturally, he knew Old Master’s reasons for doing so. Before Old Master ‘lost consciousness’, he received instructions that when the Young Master arrived, he needed to observe Young Master's expression and bearing first. … Meanwhile, something else was happening at Sean Stewart’s manor. A sneaky figure walked out of the Stewart manor’s wrought-iron gate, heading a little further down the road. Both sides of the road were lined with trees. However, in just a blink of an eye, that figure vanished from the road.

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

Grasberg introduced himself as he said, “Good day, Young Master. I’m the Great Elder of the World Pavilion, Grasberg Trinity.” “Oh,” Jules responded with a nod and continued, “Who’s the Master of the World Pavilion? Please come out. James wants to see him.” “James?” Grasberg was dumbfounded. He subconsciously took a quick glance at James. There was only another man in the room. Was this so-called ‘James’ the youngster in front of him? He was very confused and said, “Young Master, I regret to say that Master has been in a closed-door meditation for many years and hasn’t left since. Even I haven't been able to see the Master. If James must see the Master, I’m afraid waiting is the only option.

I walked to the table and accidentally dropped the folders as I saw a man's silhouette caused by the light coming through the glass windows. The light got switched on, and my eyes adjusted to its brightness. I looked up at the man holding the remote control light switch. He was tall and seemed to have a good social standing because of his clothes and posture. His fair and flawless white skin was surprisingly hot and attractive for a man—a drop-dead gorgeous man with his dark brown eyes scrutinizing me. And then I realized that his face resembled the late president's. "Who are you?" he asked in a deep masculine voice, sending me a jolt of fear.

Knowing that his time was almost up, Patrick insisted on meeting the descendant of the previous Fisher matriarch, who was found recently. His friends were unable to dissuade him. Patrick also did not allow them to get Audrey to go over to them. He was worried about exposing his old friends’ locations and bringing them trouble. The elderly men were the rumored great masters who had been living in seclusion for two to three decades. Most people had only been able to obtain information about them recently because of Dr. Carden and Suzy Lafayette, who were disciples of these great masters. Dan, who threatened to tear down the gates, was the legendary thief and Suzy’s mentor.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.