The Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

No one spoke of it not even the guards,or didn't they know about it,I don't know but I never even heard about the masters arm being injured by the gossiping maids,am a maid but I know maids gossip a lot they know what will happen before it happens so I was surprised that none of them have spoken of his injured arm ,they didn't know or they were instructed not to speak of it as I was . The master gave me books to read, he can be nice when he wants to be,I really hope I can be this kind to me always but that's just a wish that might not come through. He asked me questions when I returned them and I answered as best as I could. If I made a mistake he would correct me. Why is it that this man is

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

he said as they clasped hands. "Mushrooms," she said to him nonchalantly, "I checked their stew to make sure that the flavor would not be noticed, then I added some powdered and very deadly mushrooms that grow naturally here – Amanita Verna. I returned a second night to make sure I had gotten everyone in the camp. I’m glad it worked." She climbed out of the tree and headed back towards Mikail’s camp. She gave them the Destroying Angel. No wonder they died so quickly. Good choice. I wonder how much the captain realizes.

"Not so strange. Straightforward. Just think to yourself, what would I like to do. That's what I want to make happen for you." He kissed me, delving deep into my mouth. When our kiss broke, I said, "I'd love to have that tongue deep in my cunt later, perhaps while Lisa is riding my face." Master laughed. "I'm certain I can make that happen. I am the Master of my house." "Yes, Master. You are." The rest of the game went more true to form. Everyone won some, though Edward, Rob and Master still had the biggest pile of chips in front of them. Dan wouldn't have enough to purchase any of his wife's holes.

Just a polite dismissal like I was some gigolo she'd hired for the evening. I picked up the money with a dark chuckle. It was absurd. Here I was, Lorenzo Blackwell—CEO of GN Group, one of the most powerful men in the underworld—being treated like a man whore. But my amusement wore off quickly, I was reminded of something troubling. My condition. It was something that couldn't be explained even by doctors. They had no cure for it. I had labelled it a curse. But this woman I'd successfully slept with had proven that she was the only solution. She had broken the curse. But she had also disappeared.

It was something Chelsea had taught her. The little girl said it was to make the tears dry up in our eyes hence not making them come down. Shaking her head, she opened the door of the bathroom only to gasp. "Master?" "I heard you yelling and then I thought maybe someone foolish, crazy, lazy, and douchebaggery did come to your room and I had to come to check myself." TBC How was it? Don't forget to subscribe to my book and drop a comment. XoXo

The master, with a dark look in his eyes, coughed heavily and recited the spell again. Actually brainwashing the souls. Just kidding, this brainwashing won't work at all. Several black mists came straight at him! That attitude was like he was going to take down the whole camp with him! Cesar also saw it, his face that was originally smiling suddenly froze, and he turned to look to the side, "Master, how did these things come over here!" I've been cultivating for so many years. He also encountered this situation for the first time. The master's eyes were wide open.

He wouldn't ruin in just because of some impulsivity of impatience. Those who are in a hurry are those who are afraid. He was not one of them. No one expected it, no one really saw it. Not even Matthias Cox. Let alone Althea. Both still believed they were in control of the game. Even though the chessboard had been tilted from the start. People like them were always too busy looking in the wrong direction. Let them. Let them chase ghosts, and follow false leads. It was exactly what he wanted to do, what he wanted to plan. Let them trust the wrong people. It's part of the story. A necessary tension before the curtain dropped and showed who was the master.

(In a house inside the Crimson Colony Pack) Kael POV I walked to the building, where Master makes deals with his spy, an old creepy man. I walked inside the house, which had only a few maids and guards, unlike a royal house. The man was sitting in a chair, mostly like a throne, his beard only white and long, which he was smooching and touching as I stepped inside the room. "You're here. I know your Master will come or send you," his aging voice said. "I..." Before I could talk, he cut me off.

This master manipulator had observed our every move, studying our strengths and weaknesses, and now sought to test our resolve like never before. The Puppetmaster's actions were shrouded in mystery, leaving a trail of cryptic messages and puzzles for us to unravel. It became a cat-and-mouse game, where every step we took led us deeper into a labyrinth of mind games and psychological warfare. We realized that this adversary was not to be taken lightly, and our lives would never be the same again.