The Masterpiece: A Novel Novels & Stories

​The air in the master suite was thick enough to taste—a heady, suffocating mixture of salt-tinged sweat, expensive aged bourbon, and the cloying, floral rot of Sienna’s jasmine perfume. The amber lamps cast long, distorted shadows of our tangled bodies against the silk-covered walls, making the three of us look like a single, multi-limbed beast devouring itself in the dark. It was a tableau of beautiful depravity, a masterpiece of sin designed to drown out the world outside.

I've spent eleven years sleeping on the floor of a cage, and the bed is just too soft, so I pull the cover off as I make myself a bed on the floor…. Authors note. I guess this is going to be a massive adjustment for Mishka. Will Ben have the patience to help her? And who is this Master? Will he come to claim his slave back? Any thoughts/theories would love to know what you think of Ben’s story so far. Thanks for reading. Love always, Ellen X.

“Get out of my head. I’m not some experiment. I’m a person.” The Librarian smiled, calm and sharp, rows of tiny pearl teeth. “Are you, though? Normal people don’t freeze mountains. Normal people don’t have a thousand monsters calling them ‘Mother.’ You’re a masterpiece, Maya. But even a masterpiece needs a frame.” The bathroom door didn’t just open—it blinked out of existence. Gone. No safe house hallway, just a deep, dark room stretched out before her, picture frames floating in the gloom. Each frame held someone—a girl sobbing, a boy clutching green lightning, others sleeping, dreaming, trapped.

“Master will join you later. For now, please rest. You must be tired from the flight.” Master will join you later. The words slid through me like a blade of ice. I would never be able to get over how this man always had servants stationed in every country he flies to. Inside, the mansion was silent but alive with light spilling through glass walls, curtains shifting with the wind. Everything smelled faintly of cedar and sea salt. I followed them through hallways that seemed to go on forever until we reached a room too grand to be called a room. It looked more like a museum piece, a view of the coast stretched across an entire wall, the horizon painted in violet and gold.

Two, the Master’s house wasn’t really on the outskirts of the city like I had thought, but he was rich enough to have afforded acres and acres of land in the corner of the city. We rode further into the lavish night before we stopped next to one of the largest buildings that seemed to tower over the others. White walls and reflective glass, all shiny even in the night stood proud and tall. Master stepped out of the car before rounding it to open my door. He reached for his hand, and I eyed it for a second before placing my hand in his big one. He wrapped his fingers around me, engulfing me in a sense of protection and belonging that hit me so hard all the air left me.

The master eyed the brown notebook, gently lifting them with his hand to open and read what was written. After scanning a long while, he noticed that all parts of the book have been covered with black magic. He quickly settled it down with a sour expression which Rose take as his disagreement to what he had seen written down there. “This belonged to her?” The master then took a long hum when she had nodded her head. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know who Hannah Maury is.”

***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

All these years, she had set up new companies and earned a lot of money but had not paid her taxes. With all the crimes she committed, she was fined a hundred million dollars. Bella’s company, house, and assets were frozen. As for Carlson, he was locked up because of assault. The next day, when I opened the door to the butcher shop, I saw Bella sitting in the corner, looking haggard. She did not dress up. She glanced at the butcher shop a few times. “The meat today looks very fresh.” “What do you want to buy?” She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese.

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

Nerissa grabbed Isabella's hand. "Nerissa, we are going to work here as maid. We shouldn't take advantage of their kindness." But Nerissa wasn't listening at all, instead she also followed inside without even helping Isabella to carry their luggage. "Wow! That's really huge!" The mansion was enormous; it looked like a palace. The floors were shiny white marble, the stairs curved up with intricate designs carved into them, and the chandeliers seemed endless. Before the grand staircase, there are two people wearing maid's uniform.