The Masterpiece: A Novel Novels & Stories

Dominic. The meeting was a resounding success, a testament to the ironclad file I’d laid across the mahogany table. Every signature was secured, every dotted ‘i’ a monument to my influence. It was late, the city a smear of neon and shadow through my car window, by the time I pulled into the long, winding driveway of the mansion. The day’s triumph should have brought a quiet satisfaction, a bone-deep weariness that promised rest. Instead, a different kind of exhaustion clung to me, a feverish anticipation that coiled in my gut and promised no peace.

Dante looked at the manuscript on the kitchen table — the fourth novel, complete, the final work of the series that had been the story of their life told in the order the life had happened. "Title?" he said. Elian had been waiting for the question. The pause had the specific quality of the answer being ready. "The Morning," he said. Dante held it. The Morning. The whole series completing in two words — the journey from the four AM hotel room to the kitchen with the light and the coffee. "Yes," he said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. They stood in the kitchen — the same kitchen, the title kitchen, the kitchen where everything lived — and the fourth novel was done, and the series wa

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

At the same time, they were the cream of the crop in their respective areas. "Ambrose, I didn't expect that you'd be able to procure a real artwork produced by Callis, the Saint of Brush. To think that it's also a painting featuring the God of Wisdom, too! You really are amazing!" Winston exclaimed in surprise. Everyone knew that Callis painted everything, though he was a master in painting anything related to the Bardoran Order, the supernatural elements involving spirits and deities, as well as humanoid characters. One could say that this painting of the God of Wisdom was one of Callis' masterpieces. It was definitely a piece of priceless artwork.

In the end, the man's blood was on the floor and he was still alive. “A job well done.” Master stated, starring down at the eyes of the man who killed seven maidens’ dreams and turned them into a shell of who they once were. Master then decided that she would not feel remorse for her actions, not when they all made the world better in some ways. Just like she had gotten rid of the bastard who made her start her journey, she had gotten rid of this one too. Master watched the life bled out of the man's eyes before looking at Rima who was rubbing her eyes, she was still sleepy. This part of the resistance had never interested her much.

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Cynthia looked at Carlo with more suspicion when she heard him called Third Master, she remembered that the person who took Carlo away also called him Third Master. Carlo's eyes were cold as he said, "Come in." Debby cowered in fear at the sight of the third young master's eyes that looked like he was about to eat someone, and carried the porridge to Cynthia and said warily, "Miss Cynthia, please eat some food." Cynthia looked at Debby and then at Carlo, took the bowl of porridge and ate it, it was sweet glutinous rice porridge with red beans in it and it warmed her heart.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

"This is all that I ever wanted. I am finally at the point where I will be able to see all my plan work. Damn it! Why then am I feeling so restless? What is this guilt that is weighing around my neck? " Just then the door flung open, " May I come in Nemesis? " It was Master. " Yes. Yes of course. " He made way for Master as he came in with his hands behind him, his half moon glasses all the way down on his nose and his eyes glaring at Nemesis, but he had a pretend smile on his lips. " I hope there is nothing lacking in our hospitality? " He asked as he circled around the room slowly. " No, no... Everything is perfect. Thank you. "

Three bedrooms. One of them had been transformed into a gym with a treadmill and a few other workout equipment. Although, judging by how new most of the stuff was, it didn't look like she used the room a lot. The other one had a bed and a mattress. Nothing else. The master bedroom must have been where Natalia spent most of her time. Everything was carefully picked. The bedding included plush throws, knit blankets, and pillows in shades of white, cream, and soft taupe. Floor-to-ceiling drapes in a matching beige shade framed sheer white curtains and a large rug covered the floor.