The Masterpiece: A Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Damian rumbled, his chest vibrating directly beneath my cheek. "I'm perfect, Master," I breathed out, my voice thick with absolute contentment. I closed my eyes, burying my face into the crook of his warm neck. The steady, heavy thumping of his heartbeat beneath my ear became my anchor, drowning out the lingering noise of the outside world, the university, and the past. Locked in his master bedroom, cradled in his arms, with his leather collar locked firmly around my throat, I felt completely exposed, thoroughly marked, and safer than I had ever been in my entire life.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

“I knew who Konstantin was. I just didn’t know he had built an entire church of fanatics to do the dirty work for him.” The Grand Master seemed offended, and his expression closed. “We are not tools.” The voice came out laden with pride. “No?” Sasha let out a short laugh. “We are servants.” The man said, and there was pride in his tone. “That’s a conveniently semantic difference.” Sasha answered, and the Grand Master ignored him. His eyes remained on Alexei. “You still do not understand the greatness of the Master. He sees what you refuse to see.” “I’m not interested in his greatness.” Alexei took a step forward. “I want to know why he took Carla.”

She was trapped in this mansion with a notorious mafia boss, the famous Mateo de Carlo. The guard, a tall dark man with a mean countenance showed her around the mansion just as the boss instructed. Betty followed taking notes of the security cameras, the guard’s patrol routes and the layout of the rooms. She was determined to find a way out, no matter what it took. As they walked the guard pointed out various rooms. Betty’s eyes widened as she saw the extent of the mansion’s luxury, she had never seen anything like it, but there was something else that intrigued her, all the rooms, hallways, every corner seems to have the same painting of the bear.

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

A war fought on two fronts is said to be a sure guaranteed lost battle…well, not when you are prepared for all possible scenarios. Selfish people live longer, true. While the smart ones thrive. Grandmaster might have agreed to sit down with his self declared enemy, but he knew that the man would never agree on knowing where Mila was. There was no asking him that direct question. The Grandmaster was not after that either, his main aim for being in this port was to get to the bottom of the attacks. The interior container was designed and well furnished to look like a comfortable mini sitting room. There were a couple of two seater black couches arranged to face each other, separated by a beaut

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

****** ~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.”