The Master Novels & Stories

Amir lifted her and the Grandmaster’s suitcases. Before they could enter, the main door opened. Master Markus appeared in his wheelchair, pushed by his loyal nurse. "Good afternoon, Grandmaster," Moza greeted him with a respectful bow. Master Markus offered a thin smile, his wrinkled face looking more relaxed than the last time Moza had seen him. "I summoned you because I wish to stay here longer, Moza. This house was designed by Angela," he said, his voice trembling as he mentioned his late wife. He looked toward the distant green hills, seemingly lost in memory. "I hope you find it to your liking."

Then what it will take for him to understand it? "Now I want you to do something." Rose blinked at him as he took a seat beside her on the bed before effortlessly pulling her over his lap. Her covered body slightly brushed against his bare ones making her breathe out unevenly. "From now on don't call me Master." Her eyes snapped up to his soft ones. "What?" He nodded his head, raising his hand and placing it over her rosy cheek letting his thumb caress her soft flesh. "It stings my ear whenever I hear you calling me Master. I admit there was a time when I used to love hearing that word from your lips. It gave me a sense of having authority over someone like you." Rose stared at him with conf

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

"You're—" "You're the Master!"

"Commander-in-Chief, the alliance master has given the order!" What?

“I’ll admit that I almost came to you for help, but now that I think about it, your witchcraft would never have been able to give this result...” Noroya bares her teeth. “Go eff yourself.” She spits the words and the air snaps. Ezekiel laughs again, half triumphant, half wounded. “Enough!” Master’s voice cuts through like a knife. Ezekiel straightens in an instant, the levity falling away. “Thank you Master, I am unworthy.” He bows, too quick, too ingratiating. Master flicks his wrist, irritation folding into dismissal. “Don’t say something so unnecessary.” He watches us both with a cool assessment. Then, as if turning a page, he adds, “Your niece… Eldora, was it?”

Chapter 10 Olivia Monica was already there waiting for me, she directed me to a seat in the room as she helped me with my hair and makeup. What's the monster's full name "Do you know his name?" "We aren't allowed to say his name oliva" she replied warily. "Please, I think I deserve to know who my kidnapper is. Don't you think" l asked desperately? "Austin Hernandez " she whispered " please always address him as master " she pleaded, I nodded knowing fully well that I wasn't going to listen to her. If his name pricks him then I would gladly use it against him.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers