The Master Of Knife Novels & Stories

The prestigious Young Master Burton had his sleeves rolled up… and he was now in the kitchen operating a knife…! By god! When did the young master even learn how to cook?! Though Nathan was left utterly shocked, he quickly ran over while exclaiming, “Y-young Master…! Please put that knife down! If you want to cook anything, allow me to do it…!” While Nathan couldn’t really cook, there was no way he was allowing Zivon to continue!

Master turned quickly and threw a knife which landed close to the second kidnapper face, he flinched but he didn’t move, his eyes wide on the man who was sharpening two knives together. “I got my target, not by much but still, St…Lyncher would be very much proud of me.” Master grinned as the kidnapper with the knife sticking close to him, gulps loudly. “It is a good thing to see that you are scared.” Master dropped the two knives and pulled a chair from its resting place besides a wall. “Have a seat.” Master said. “Master, please.” The kidnapper whimper.

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.

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

He was inspecting the quarter inch blade at the toe of the boot and fingering the leather flaps that hid the blackened blade. "Sometimes it is beneficial to be able to cut things with my feet. And it is often necessary that people are unaware of that capability." The captain held up the exposed blade questioningly. "I smoked it so it would not be reflective." A look of vague understanding came across his face. Why does he have such interest in my profession and why am I answering his questions?

“Those eyes were a gift from me. Everything he has today was built by me. If I gave it to him, I can take it back. A disobedient dog has no use—just do as I said.” With that, he ended the call. Isabel Knight’s steak knife somehow slipped from her hand, clattering loudly onto the floor. Seraphina was startled as well. Her own hand trembled and the knife slipped while cutting her steak. The next moment, under the table, the Young Master’s hand landed on her thigh and gently patted it. Seraphina froze and turned to look at him. The Young Master met her gaze. “Want me to help you cut it?” His eyes showed concern, clearly trying to comfort her.

Pizza guy stammered, looking a little bit guilty. "Just give me the pizza." I drawled, wishing the ground could just open and swallow me up. I need to be save from this embarrassment. "Apologize to him pet." I heard master's voice from behind me. I turned around in full speed, staring at master with so much shock in my eyes. Why should I apologize to him, he is the one staring at my boobs with so much intensity. Even though my boobs are on full display for him, doesn't mean he has to stare at it so much, he hasn't even still handed over the pizza to me. He is a freaking pervert!

“I don’t know why the master bothers with you and your insolence. Get out, inform the kitchen staff that their attention is needed.” “I’m fine. I can do it.” A loud smack to the side of my head makes me stagger and the knife clatters to the ground. My ear rings. ”Of course you can do it. It is your duty afterall. But I don’t give a fuck about what you want, the master ordered you out of the kitchen so get the fuck out. Make sure you are here in time for the dishes.” My ear is still ringing when I pick the knife from the floor and put it on the counter.

I told him. “Have you enjoyed practicing with Linda? I'll get Aiden to continue training with you from tomorrow and then I'll get you a master who will teach you both combined" he said, adding information that I had no previous knowledge of. This time I turned to look at him, “A master? What's that?" I asked. He seemed pleased that I was finally listening to him, “Well a master basically is like a guru. He has knowledge in both combat and healing. He can teach you both combined. How to fight and heal at the same time” he explained.