The Masterpiece: A Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I removed my shirt and I placed it aside, I was only wearing a cropped top underneath as I began to dust thoroughly. While dusting, my hand brushed against the shelf but before it could fall I held onto it, keeping it in it's normal position but then I came across a novel. It was quite dusty and I couldn't read it's contents, I cleaned it and saw the name inscribed "Her submissive and his master". The thoughts of Dante flashed into my head and I smirked while flipping through the pages. "A mother uses her son as her sex toy!" I read the words out loud and I became intruiged to know more.

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

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

With age and her hands aching from old injuries, she could not even think about it. She told him, "Just keep it safe for now. As for fixing it... Well, maybe it's best to just leave it be." Madeline's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the painting. It was a Renaissance masterpiece named 'Still Life with Flowers and Fruit', the kind of painting Bella adored. With a sigh, she pushed down the flutter in her chest and joined Trevon and the others in greeting Stephen. Yahir nudged Stephen playfully. "Hey, is this piece a big deal?"

"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.

But for the first time in five years, I felt the cold, hard walls of my sanctuary closing in. “He loves me,” I said, my voice barely audible. “He saved me.” I picked up my brush, intending to fix the smudge, but my hand was shaking. I looked out the window, past the gates, toward the city where Daniel was currently ruling his empire. Lobbyists. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the color of the lilies—a pale, sickly white. The masterpiece was still there, but the stain had begun to spread. “Masterpiece,” I whispered, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #