Spinjitzu Masters Novels & Stories

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

“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

Bambang said with satisfaction, feeling Surya was quite considerate. “Your Young Master… that would be Riza, right?” Sean suddenly asked. “Yes. Our Young Master is the primary heir of the Hartanto Family. Nearly half of the Hartanto Family fortune will belong to him someday.” “Brother Sean, do you know our Young Master too?” Surya asked as he turned toward Sean. Inwardly, he sneered. A man who still needed his help getting work, how could someone like that possibly know Riza? “Mhm. We’ve met once,” Sean said casually.

"Great idea." ***** It's simply magical: just me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot, everything about him says Go... "He needs to run," says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. "They both do. They'll settle after they've burned off some energy." "Race you to the end of the field?"

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

I am happy that mum taught me how to make tea or I would have died over something so small. Master Chris was poisoned in his mansion and died. I would be made a laughing stock even in my death. I found it funny how masters are always scrutinized ,and looked at from head to toe to see if there is any fault that will be used to laugh at them. It's mainly done by other masters. Nobody can talk to a master without respect or you face their wrath and no one will come to your rescue. It's just like how master tony knew about my arm and I blamed it on Ezra, she really has suffered in my hands.

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

"Then come, it has not been long since we have eaten and you may take your rest. You may want to rise in time to see tonight’s goings on though." "Why is that?" "Captain Tane will finally be presenting Victor with his chain mail." They both smiled and their attention was drawn back to Victor and the captain who were now standing face to face in the center of the sparing area. No one could hear what they were saying, but from their stance, it didn’t look very good.

Hippos Xi looked towards the sky. His strength was on par with Zipper Xi's. Since Zipper Xi couldn't even take a single blow from his opponent, he naturally wasn't much better off. Therefore, he placed all his hopes on Master in midair. “Our family is working hard for the Crape Myrtle Sect.” “The Crape Myrtle Sect should protect us now!” Master, who was trapped by the Chaos Formation, did not let down Hippos Xi's expectations at this moment. The golden light, like the Solar Fire, condensed into a light wheel and rushed out of the sea of fire.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.