The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

“I really hate it, I could easily wipe it off of your face right now.” Victoria’s smile didn’t waver. Instead, she leaned in slightly, her eyes flicking up to meet his with a quiet but unyielding defiance. “I defied you once, and it was a mistake. Now when I show my obedience, is it still my mistake? What makes you hate me so much, master?” Her words were laced with a subtle taunt, her voice playing with the edge of submission and mockery.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Their figures were undeniably impressive, and their faces must have been just as stunning. The three of them were dressed in various outfits, each more alluring than the last—black stockings, cow print, and leopard patterns. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. When they saw me, they handed me the leashes with a sense of obedience. "Master, here's how it goes. After we go home, we'll eat, and we'll go through the training. They're all my companions," Laura explained. I took the leashes, nodding.

A party was held for the safe return of the master. The maids were running about preparing for it,cooking and serving the soldiers and guests that came to celebrate with the master,the mansion was filled with people I have never seen this much people here before, and serving was a lot of work, after being lazy for a month I had something to do to stretch my body,so I loved the exercise. Master George(Stephen father),Stephen and Felix came shortly after the return of the master. I had never seen Stephen's father before,but I heard he is the strongest master and he ranks number one.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

One came from an office on the highest level of the base of the Hacker Alliance where a man languidly turned to look at the object disrupting his meeting as his face showed a gentle smile which shocked his subordinates who had come to view him as a blood sucking devil, In a voice that could only be described as gentle he said "The Young Lord is back... I thought it'll require a couple more years for her to come back to her senses" And the other chime had come from a hidden room in a huge mansion where another man had simply muttered "Finally" before sending out a series of notifications. Unaware, Xinya had focused on her laptop, accepting and completing missions at a fast pace. The sun slowl

Then, he laughed. "Hehe. Hmm. Interesting." He looked genuinely amused. His smirk was full of mockery, and it humbled me immediately. I felt like a child in front of a master. "I ask the questions here," he said, voice still calm. "And you answer. Not the other way around. Are we clear?" There was no edge in his voice. No raised tone. But the weight of those words dropped like a stone. I nodded quickly. "Yes. We are clear." I did not want to fight in an open battle, I was better in mind games, but it was not working on Storm, and I felt powerless.

A sword with a dragon head and a golden hilt was right at the top. The line slowly moved forward. Those who did not get a sword sat in the corner of the room with resentment on their faces, while those who did stood not far from the stone tablet and talked loudly about other people's sword talent. After a while, Lazaro, who was in the middle of the line, walked out with a look of resentment on his face. From the discussions, Lazaro’s sword talent was only level three. Philip had expected this result. A sword was a gentleman, and only those with a righteous mind could practice it to the extreme. Although Lazaro looked very decent, he had a lot of schemes brewing up in his head.