Reclusive Master Novels & Stories

Shane yanks the book off from Shyra's lap and put it down on the coffee table. She looks at him in shock not knkwing what to do, "Okay, I want you to fully understand where I'm coming from with this" Shane starts, and my mind goes blank at what he says next. "Father invited us over to his mansion at Highbury, England" He starts, patiently looking at her and observing her reaction. "Hun, haven't I already had enough?" Shyra trails off, the words coming out easily. "Your father denied all of

It was definitely not acceptable! “I am talking about the distant future…” Master chuckled mischievously as he noted the resentment on the faces of his favourite disciples and added with a mysterious gaze and tone “I still have a secret agenda I hope to fulfill…. hehe…hehe….”

“Now that he had killed the Orders, he doesn’t hesitate on who to kill anymore. There has been mountains of lives lost on his hands after he killed the last heir to the royal blood. You can still see the heads of those innocent lives on the castle’s tower.” For minutes, Dominic stared at the Master’s purple eyes. The man never showed himself in a frightening view but one can’t help but to shudder upon seeing his gaze that had suddenly turned colder after Dominic’s words. “I know,” the Master then exhaled deeply, “But I won’t move now and I can’t tell you the reason for it yet.” “So when the time you will tell me?” Dominic inquired for the man to slowly nod his head. It would mean that the Ma

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

She pulls out the papers from the file and hands them over to me. I take them and immediately begin to read. Page by page, it says here that Marcus has been in contact with a man named Grandmaster. This Grandmaster owns a chain of clubs, bars, and hotels across the world, but no one has seen his face, or they must have, but they don't know that he is the one called Grandmaster.

Still, seeing everyone casually talking about Terrence made me realize something. They weren't afraid of him. Concerned? Yes. Frustrated? Definitely. But not afraid. As if beneath all his anger and terrible attitude, they still cared about him. The realization stayed with me. Maybe Uncle Hector was right. Maybe Young Master wasn't a bad person. Just a lonely one. Madame Beatrice cleared her throat. The conversation instantly stopped. She walked toward a nearby desk and retrieved an envelope before returning to me. "Take this." I accepted it carefully.

“There is nowhere in Darkholme you can go that you can’t be found. This is the Masters’ home. Each of them will claim their portion of tribute. Without it, they will not be able to join with the welding.” “Can the Masters reserve their part of the tribute?” He looked at me with a confused expression again. “Reserve?” “Yes. Can they choose particular people as exclusive to them?” “They can,” said 288. “Master Cheng has already claimed one of the females as his.” It made sense that Cheng would pick Mandy. The other Masters probably assumed he had a taste for big boobs (which he did, although not in the way they thought). If he could make a claim on the rest of us, we might not get swept up in

Even though they had roughly guessed the identity of the old man, they did not dare to greet him casually without confirming who he was as they did not want to offend him. It was said that many Sacred Saints had strange personalities. “Miss Fellowes, Mr. Valerio, you don’t have to be so modest,” David responded politely. “Welcome to the Fellowes Residence, David,” Cedar also said. “Thanks, Cedar!” After greeting each other, Cedar asked, “David, who he is?” “Cedar, let me introduce you. This is my master. He has been in seclusion for a long time, so he is withdrawn and a little bit slow. I hope you don’t mind,” David introduced his master casually.

After one consumed that white powder, they would be slowly destroyed even if they had an iron-like will. Roger Clarke from Arcadia Island was an example. “This is the master’s next order. Burn it after you’ve read it,” the man said coldly and handed Giada an envelope. Giada took it over and glanced at it before letting Vivian burn it. Then, she asked, “Can the master help the Wallises get to that position?” The man looked at the west and said, “Don’t doubt the master’s ability. The Clarkes are too powerful. They’ve hindered a few important people’s plans. We need to get rid of the Clarkes. Master has to control the economy and military of this world.”