Reclusive Master Novels & Stories

“Grandpa probably didn’t want the surveillance to capture that person.” ‘Why would he do that, though? ‘Who was that person? ‘Why did Grandpa meet that person in the middle of the night? What did they talk about?’ “I think so.” Hugh also could not understand why Old Master Jefferson had to be so secretive about meeting someone in his home. “Boss, do you need me to look into it?” He asked Mable. Old Master Jefferson did not know his identity and only thought he was an ordinary bodyguard by Mable’s side. Therefore, he did not reveal his true strength.

“I dressed up for it, and I felt insulted. I couldn’t help but get mad. I had a reason, then he told me I needed to behave? I think that applies best to him.” She tenses. “It’s been a long time since the Master locked himself away from the world. You are the first person who made him come out after a decade. What does he look like?” “He’s tall and—” I pause. Oh, no! I remembered I wasn’t supposed to say anything to Ms. Lennie. I promised to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, I just told her half of everything. What’s holding you back? “He’s fine,” I add.

"He didn’t pick up his phone.” Kiel impatiently checked the screen on his phone. Alexander didn’t pick up his call now and something is urgent. Young Master was checking several factories on a remote island owned by the Grissham family and at the same time executed some 'rats' there. It most likely the Young Master was taking those ‘rats’ by his own hands. Now he was trying to contact the only heir of the Grissham family, but it didn’t work. And he had to think on his own how to protect a young girl that already attracted the attention of Alexander Grissham.

What if the beach house kind of added some magic to me and master's life and then, this house standing right in front of me, takes it all away. "Pet! Get the things in the trunk and stop standing there like a lost soul." Master yelled, from the door. I quickly shuffled out the car door and to the booth. I brought out our luggage and carried it back into the house. "Is there something on your mind slave?" Master asked curiously, staring at me as I climbed down the stairs. "Nothing, sir." I replied, my hands folded in front of me nervously. "Pet! Don't you lie to your master, pet! What's going on in that head of yours?" The look my master had in his eyes, made me not to even think of lying ag

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

“Master knows that your wife and daughter have an expert protecting them, so he’s not that foolish. Let me tell you a secret. Master has recently been infatuated with a movie star. Especially when he unintentionally saw the concert your Khanh City’s city center hosted during its opening, he was instantly captivated by that lass named Snow Fenner. “Master really likes this Snow Fenner, and you should know that the women Master likes, he would never allow anyone to taint them mentally. But this Snow girl is too popular recently, and Master can’t stop people from liking her. Since that’s the case, he’s thinking of destroying her altogether.”

He asked, his tone dripping with authority. Jasmine titled her head slightly, chin raised to sophistication. “Where I go is non of your business, Mr master,” Mr Master? Jerald’s brows twitched slightly, amusement tugging at his invisible expression. She was back with a sharp tone. What a sweet name. Mr Master. His lips twitched softly, curling into a deadly smirk wrapped in seduction. His hand rose, moving closer to her face. Jasmine stilled as his fingers hovered only an ich away from her face.

A flush crept up his neck. He took my hand, leading me to the master suite—a room so vast it dwarfed any I’d ever seen. “It’s enormous, Brucha.” “Wait until you see the one in the new house.” “New house?” “Ten meters away. Still a secret.” I raised a brow. “Secrets now? Your apprenticeship in mischief is advancing. Who’s the master?” His laughter echoed. “I keep some things to myself.” “I see.” I feigned surprise, ready to needle him further.

"Mr. Bart, Peter Mahone—the former VP from your old company—says he has urgent business with you." I was surprised but agreed to meet him. Peter looked far older than I remembered. The arrogance that once defined him was gone, replaced by exhaustion and humility. "Rex, it's an honor to finally see you again," he said, handing me a business card. I glanced at it—his title read Independent Consultant. "And what brings you here, Peter?" I asked. He wrung his hands, voice low. "To be honest, I'd like to apply for a consultant position at your company. I've been in the industry for thirty years and have extensive connections…"