Novel & Cerita Supreme Ocular Master The Peerless Heiress

Tonight was the official engagement dinner of Zade Russo and Sylvie Wilfred that was organized by Zade. The room glowed in gold. Chandeliers spilled warm light across marble floors, and a string quartet played softly near the stage. Not so many guests but a blend of elites, business partners, and the ever-hungry press filled the room. The cameras loved it. They loved her, the heiress with the striking eyes and the perfect, practiced smile. They loved him, the young mafia boss turned businessman, elegant in his tailored suit with his hand resting lightly on her waist as if she belonged there.

There were many realms, the Succubus realm was another realm which now Eureka belongs to, but this was the realm of the Worlds Beyond: It was the realm that Oswald the Stranger served and Willy Goodwill also served the realm’s purposes and interests, but sometimes Willy does so, unwillingly. There was an aura of immense energy in the chamber. Any puny, mere mortal humans who were to appear before them at that moment, their puny human bodies won’t stand a chance against the intensity and they would simply fade away from existence. The Supreme Master was from a race of powerful beings. The Supreme Master was the most powerful of them all. He had enough power to shatter entire planets. He sat o

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION The characters, settings, and ideas in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance is only a coincidence. THE HEIRESS: (Book 1: HER SECRET MISSION) ©plume alter (Ricki Ryce) Published on Goodnovel (2020). THE ORDEAL ∞≠∞ Tiffany was determined to join the brotherhood.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

Only then do they exhale collectively, shoulders dropping slightly from their rigid posture. "He's even more terrifying than the last time," one maid whispers to another once certain he's out of earshot. "Those eyes," another responds. "Like he can see right through you." Kieran moves through familiar hallways with the detachment of someone navigating a space that holds no emotional significance. The grand living room opens before him, its vaulted ceilings and priceless art merely background to the figure seated in a single elegant chair. Old Master Westfield sits with his legs crossed, back straight, emanating the same commanding presence as his son.

"She works here. It's her job to cater to customers' orders and right now, I am a customer." Asshole. Such an asshole. Why haven't I realized this before? Have I been so blinded that I did not realize what kind of man he is? Or have I seen it all along and just ignored it all? What did happen to me? How could I disrespect myself like that? I cleared my throat and faced Heather. "Have you chosen your order, miss?" She smiled sweetly at me, her slender and pretty fingers flicking against each other. "I'll get what my boyfriend got. And yes, please make it fast."

This time, I even developed a rash. Just as I removed the needles, Casey walked into my room. “Oh, I see the hick is tearing the dress apart. What? Don’t you love my gift to you?” “This was you?” My question tickled Casey pink, her face contorting into a menacing smile. “Do you actually think you can find needles in a dress? I even put glue and itching powder in your dresses. “Who are you to wear the same clothes as me? Just because you’re with the family now doesn’t make you an heiress. You’ll always be beneath me.”

Her eyes light up as if Christmas has come early, but all I could do is nod my head and try to keep my face as neutral as possible. For the next few hours, the Omega talked about “Master” nonstop and how lucky I was to be his date. Did she not know I was going as his puppet to kill the new Alpha King? She was definitely completely brainwashed by the Prince, which bothered me because she really was a sweet girl.

Now that the Basalt Armor had resurfaced, it was likely in the possession of someone from Eastern Ocean. "Do you know who currently has this treasure?" Chase asked, not expecting much of an answer. To his surprise, Aaron replied immediately, "It's in the hands of Celestial Master Jameson." "And who is Celestial Master Jameson?" Chase inquired further. "A Celestial Master is the title granted by the emperor to those who have surpassed the true master level. Celestial Master Jameson is one such master from the Jameson family. Just two days ago, he publicly displayed the turtle shell."