Supreme Ocular Master The Peerless Heiress Novels & Stories

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

“Go look for Master Ocvera. He’ll heal you. I’ll go look for my senior!” Sam was delighted inwardly. Master Octavius’ senior was the head of Cloudia Paragon. He was the strongest amongst them. “Yes, sir!” Master Octavius left the hall and came to the Hall of Excellence, the place where the head of Cloudia Paragon stayed. “Senior!” In the Hall of Excellence, his senior was sitting on a couch with his eyes closed. When he heard Master Octavius’s voice, he slowly opened his eyes and said, “What’s wrong, Octavius? Why are you in such a hurry?”

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

“Because Victor Crane once had access to the original facility.” Silence fell. Then… The door clicked. A soft chime echoed. A screen lit up beside the entrance. VOICE AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED PRIMARY HEIR ONLY Elias blinked. “Heir? Margaret coded it for…” The screen finished the thought. EVELYN HARTMAN. My pulse thudded. Adrian whispered, “She built this for you.” Luca stepped closer, protective tension rising across his shoulders. “We don’t activate anything until we know what’s inside.” But Charlotte’s voice suddenly whispered over hidden speakers:

"Miss, buy a Healing Master sticker! Put it at home for the blessing!" "Miss, look at our Healing Master pillow! Hug it every day, and the Healing Master will bless you!" Looking at Grisel's smiling face printed on the pillow, Larissa smirked. The Healing Master's status was comparable to that of a top celebrity in the entertainment industry. All sorts of merchandise were on display. Larissa rubbed her chin in thought. Was she really that amazing? Well, Larissa must go and find out! Someone shouted, "The Healing Master is here!"

Beyond the two-way glass, the Playground’s most elite members were gathering. They took their seats in silence. Sipped from crystal glasses. Crossed their legs. They had seen many things on this stage—ruin, rebirth, degradation—but tonight, the spectacle had a different tension. Because Damian was there. And he wasn’t commanding. He was watching. Mistress stopped pacing. She walked toward Celeste with the slow grace of a predator in silk. Her fingers brushed the leash clipped to Celeste’s collar, and with one firm tug, she forced her head back.

Tope replied “You cannot see her” he declared and they started a glaring contest “Says who?” Tope bellowed “Says me of course. Right now, she’s with her master and that master happens to be your own master too. If you will like to see her, then wait till she’s through with me but I can assure you that it will not be tonight” he replied with a smirk and Tope scoffed “Since when did I reference you as a master? You are just someone who has nothing except a title” Tope scowled at him

We were almost to the tunnel when heels clicked loudly on the stone. Everyone stopped. Selene walked out of the shadows as if she had been waiting for her cue. Dressed in black, red lips and perfectly styled hair looking like poison in heels. She stopped a few feet away and smiled at the elders. “Before you all rush to crown my dear half sister,” she said, voice sweet and sharp, “there is something you should know.” She held up a rolled parchment sealed with the same wolf crest as the summons letter. “I carry the Primaria mark too,” she announced. “Stronger, and older. Our mother was the true heir. Raven is the bastard and I am the real First Omega.”

Then the news notification banner stretched across the screen in block letters she could read from the pillow: SKYFALL EMPIRE BOARD CALLS EMERGENCY VOTE — HEIR'S MORAL FITNESS QUESTIONED. Below it, a still image — blurry, shot through glass, clearly taken from outside — of the two of them in the mezzanine lounge. Her bare shoulder. His hand on her back. Their mouths together. Victor hadn't needed a remote control and a transparent mirror after all. He'd just needed one person with a long lens and a media contact.

"They sure bought their full just now, hm? This is going to be entertaining!" The moment he said that, I knew the previously useful items had probably been altered in the update. For example, the Sea Maiden's Dress used to be a purely beneficial piece of equipment, but now, even I didn't know what effects it had. The village chief eagerly urged me to take a walk around the village. But when I returned, I discovered my handbook was gone. I didn't even need to ask who had taken it. I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door.