Tao Drink Master Novels & Stories

Yao Tie replied, “Okay, there are a lot of good writings, but I prefer Southern Sect Master Tao.” That's me anyway haha She replied, "You mean the last Southern Sect Master, Elder Tao?" He replied, "Yes, he loved all his books I replied, "Yes, I agree with you. I really like the book, The Real Power of the Eyes. This book is a very wonderful masterpiece." Yao Tae replied, "Looks like you're my type after all."

" Please sit down Mr Ouyang . Old master . Tang Shi make a tea for Mr Ouyang and his father ." Moo Shang knew ,Tang Shi and Tang Li had learnt how to do the tea ceremony with their mother closed maids . It's just Tang Shi is better in tea making ceremony than Tang Li . After five minutes ,the old man smiles when he drinks the tea made by Tang Shi . He knew the tea ceremony she dies just now are the movement from the ancient time . He wonders where did the girl learnt it from . " First master Moo ." " Call me Moo Shang or Andrew Moo also can Mr Ouyang . "

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

Soon, we reached the door and Maren knocked twice then opened it a bit and nodded at me to enter. I did. The door shut behind me and the room opened before my very eyes. It was exquisite and filled with luxury. I felt like my presence would stain the beauty of it. The room smelled of roses and something sweet that I could not place. That's when I saw him. Lord Kael came out of an adjoining room wearing a robe and pants. He held a glass of dark wine in his right hand. The man was tall, about six foot tall and some inches apart.