The Cursed Sword Master's Harem Life Novels & Stories

The guards showed hesitation at her words, and finding themselves to be at quite a difficult position, none of them made a move forward. "What are you doing? Open the door," she vocalised. Her voice showed the power. "Miss Lee Chaeyeon, I am really sorry about it, but Master ordered that no one is allowed into the mansion without his orders." Lee Chaeyeon let out a scoff and stated, "Don't you know who I am? Yet you dare to act this way? Aren't you afraid of losing your job?" Noticing the harsh glare in their direction, the guards immediately bowed their head again, and one of them said, "I am sorry, Miss Lee Chaeyeon. We didn't mean to offend you.

she declared and walked away. "Y-yes, Mistress," the slave master stammered, his voice trembling, and he hastily released me from the robe that bound me. Even though I had no idea how the currency in Ronoki worked, five hundred thousand zen sounded like an astronomical sum, far beyond what anyone should ever spend on a slave.

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Put his hand over mine on the table the way he had been putting his hand over mine on tables in this kitchen for years. I looked at Noah. At Ethan. At the kitchen that had been assembled from nothing into the most important room in my life. One year since the garden and the water and the forty-one chairs in arcs and the vows we had written ourselves on a Sunday and Noah's pocket square and Sophia's ninety second disappearance and the last sentence of his vows and his eyes moving just for one fraction of a second. One year. Lumière in twelve countries. Sophia in Milan with excellent light and firm margin adjustments.

HAZEL Nothing on earth was more damning than this. Realizing that the Rossi brothers were the same men I had explosive sex with almost two weeks ago was the hardest pill to swallow. The longer I watched it, the more my legs trembled underneath me and my balance was threatened. With a heavy heart, I placed a hand on the couch and managed to sit down before I could lose any more of my dignity by falling on my ass. “Who knew you’d be such a pro at juggling three cocks?” Cyrus' mocking tone cut through me like a knife, “I mean, you handled the three of us better than an average she wolf would’ve handled just one of us.”

“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

Two soldiers shoved me into a carriage and delivered me to Prince Alaric's castle. But there was no wedding waiting for me. No bells. No celebration. Just an old steward who led me into the great hall. The fire crackled in the hearth. In the corner, a high-backed chair held a man whose face was so pale it was almost translucent. That was Alaric. Once upon a time, he'd been the dream of every maiden in the kingdom. But three years ago, a witch had laid the most brutal curse upon him.

“I gave you a chance. Yet, you threw it down the drain. So, don’t blame me for what happens next.” “Wh-What have you done to me?” The Sword Master roared, “I-It hurts… Q-Quick, kill me!” “This is Curse Magic. I’ve implanted a curse inside your body. Relax. You won’t die just yet. However, you’ll be tortured endlessly.” “Y-You despicable…” “Tell me the secrets of the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion.” “I-I don’t know… Argh! Kill me already!”

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

Shasha worriedly pleaded to the young master. "No, I can't just forgive you. I suffered a lot! I even got sick for so many months!" Master Hero complained harsly, "I was so depress and wanted to end my life!" "But were enggaged to Sarah," she blurted out. "Engaged the shit! I told you, I'll only be with you, no others and yet you left. What happened to your promised!?"Master Hero was furious that he can not let this woman leave again his side.