The Masterpiece: A Novel Novelas e Histórias

"Second master needs a book from first master chambers. It's a difficult book to find, it's probably hidden in a place you can't get to easily" "What type of book?" "It's a magic book" "A magic book?" Audrey asked again to be sure she had read Lucia lips correctly. "Do you think first master is going to overlook me intruding his privacy. If he kept away from eye glare. Doesn't that mean he intends keeping out of eye glare??" "So what are you saying Audrey? Do you really think second master will put you in any harm way? Just tell me you can't do it and I'll understand that you pleading with me this morning to help you out was nothing but you being facetious."

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

Is this some fancy hotel or something. "We have brought the girl," the bald guy tells him. "Master has been expecting you. He is in the great hall waiting for you," the butler says and gives the two men a secret smile. I can't figure out what the hell this means. Who the hell is the so called master and why on earth is he excepting me? Is he the one who ordered for my kidnap? Does he have a grudge against me? What did I ever do to him? The inside of the house is decorated with fancy painting and sculptures. The Mable floor and high ceiling gives the feeling of royalty to the place and I am sure as hell that the so called master is no jocking subject.

Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1) Written by ©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella) All Rights Reserved. 2021 Chapter 1 KINGDOM OF FAIRY: Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom..... A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise. Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure. "The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.

I want to sleep, but I keep seeing the Master's exasperated face in front of my eyes for not allowing him to bury himself inside me. So I give up trying to sleep, pick up one of the novels the Master now allowed me to have and sit under the window and read, getting lost in the pages of fair maidens being rescued by their prince charming, the sharing of true love even when it was forbidden. I continue to read until I hear the Master returning. I then put the novel down and move to the centre of the sitting room, standing with my head down and my hands on my thighs.

the Master said, his tone low and dangerous, “then start with this. Why is my favorite and best creation… my masterpiece… suddenly declared dead? Why wasn’t I informed firstly when all this death of a thing began but learned about it from the media. Matilda’s breath caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together an answer that wouldn’t end with her demise. “Well?” the Master pressed, his voice sharp now, cutting through her panicked silence. “I’m waiting.” “I—I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Matilda finally stammered, her words spilling out in a desperate rush. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way! I gave her the pill

"What's going on? Is she still alive?" "That girl must be possessed by the devil! Hindi 'yan tao!" "Check her! Bilisan niyo!" I kept looking at the moon as I felt the man approaching. No pain. I can't feel anything from my bullet wounds. I received several bullets, yet I didn't feel any even a little sting. But I can feel something inside of me, a familiar sensation that I'm sure I've felt before. Slowly, my head turned to see the man approaching, he stopped midway upon seeing my face and his curious eyes went bigger as his eyes fixed on mine. And before he could even react or flee for his life, I was already behind him, holding his shoulder and neck as my teeth pierced his flesh; I tasted h

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

He's never totally selfish when we have sex, he does make sure I feel pleasure but it could be nice to see him do sex for me. I take a deep breath and pull the car up to his house. Here I go. I get the painting out of the car and carry it very carefully to the front door. It's so hard to carry because it's the height of me and the wind keeps catching it. I ring the doorbell and Master answers the door with a glance at the back of the painting. My mouth drops open when I see his bare chest on display, him only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants. "Could you turn around so I can get it inside without you seeing yet, Master?" I ask and he nods silently as he turns his back to me. My eyes scan ov

Art. I pulled out a thick book carefully. A collection of European masterworks. The moment I opened it, something inside my chest loosened. Like finding a piece of myself I thought was gone forever. I sat down in one of the leather chairs and began reading. Minutes passed maybe longer. And for the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about debt. Or work. Or survival. I was just… me again. Then, a voice spoke behind me. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”