Spinjitzu Masters Novels & Stories

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

He didn’t raise his voice, but I feel the command in every bone of my body. I straighten, breath catching. “Yes,” I whisper. “In here, I own you. You refer to me as Master. Am I clear? “Yes… Master.” “Good,” he says. “Now spin for me, sweet girl.” My stomach flips. But I obey. I pivot in place, slowly at first, arms tight at my sides. I can feel the air shift around me. My hair lifts with the motion. One turn. Two. Three. By the time he says, “Stop,” my equilibrium is shaky. My head tilts slightly, and I plant my feet wide to steady myself.

Master spoke with an unapologetic expression, “The restriction would naturally warn intruders and only those who are arrogant enough to ignore the warning and proceed will be hit by the restriction.” “Any way to confirm?” “You doubt your master’s abilities?” “No… but the wicked are devious.” Chris spoke without hesitation; he continued to inform Master about Song Kun and how he used the soul transferring technique. “Wicked… how dare they?” Master slammed the armrest. He levitated mid-air and then flew out the hut. He rose to the skies, his eyes turning golden when he opened them. It was as though his gaze could reach even the darkest corners of the globe. After a few seconds, he slowly desce

PIERRE POV “It’s an honor to have another Young Master join us here.” Young Master? OOOOOOKAYYYYY? “I will leave him in your care then.” Mom replied before giving a small nod to the school’s principal who seemed rather overly enticed by the idea of the ‘other young master’ joining Rhodez High. If I were to be brutally honest, the idea of being called the Young Master didn’t really phase me. I have ever only seen them in Asian movies and never thought that they are a real thing and that someone could be literally addressed as the Young Master. Or those overzealous titles.

"Don't test me, baby. Little bird is also my property, and I don't like my property damaged beyond repair!" "Oh, fine, have it your way. I was done having my fun anyway." Mistress spins me around and grabs my chin, "You're lucky your Master has a kind heart!" I feel her run her fingers over my back, which is now sliced open; I can feel the blood drip down. She shoves her fingers, covered in my blood, into her mouth, "Mm...fucking tasty!" An all-consuming pain starts seeping in, and I begin to shake uncontrollably. Whether it be from the pain or the blood loss, I don't know, but I begin to feel dizzy, and then the world begins to fade.

’ Heart was praying deep inside. Cullen then looked into her eyes. ‘Last time, she was not with him, but I can see into her eyes that she is really sincere about this.’ Cullen thought. He then nodded. “Okay then, I will allow you. But let me know in advance, okay?” Cullen said. Heart felt relieved and took a deep breath. “Oh, thank God!” Heart said. “Always call me Master whenever we have sex, that is really special and I am your Master, okay?” Cullen reminded her. Heart smirked and winked at him. “Yes, Master Cullen. Hihihi.” Heart teased him.

"Why shall they find themselves with the Masters?" "It is believed that there is a spell, well, mainly to do with the burning of the bones, that shall allow you to harness the power of a Master." "God, don't tell me that Elloise has this spell?" "No, it is kept secret by the member of the Council, which means our dear Edward here. Even I do not know of the location thereof." "You don't…" "No! Do not even go that way. Edward shall never betray the Belmont House. I believe the aim for Lucius is just to be born. Perhaps he is trying to do it at the place that we will least expect it."

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

She Anita grabbed Jasmine’s hand, yanking her backward. “I’m talking to you,” she snapped. Jasmine turned slowly, her expression calm but sharp. “Do you have a mental disorder?” The words hit Anita like a slap. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared, shocked. “How dare you?” she spat. “Let go of my hand,” Jasmine said, voice cold and firm. Anita looked down, then slowly dropped her hand, still fuming. Jasmine took a small step forward. Her eyes didn’t waver. “Now,” she said under her breath, “if you have any damn question, go to your fucking master and ask him.”