The Masterpiece: A Novel Novels & Stories

And as the desert silence settled over us, I realized that the masterpiece wasn't the empire I had built or the man they had created. The masterpiece was the three of us, standing in a room full of raw wool and old iron, ready to start the next thread. The story of the Sterling and the Wolfe had reached its final period. The story of the Harts was just beginning.

"The King has given his seed to the Queen. The Queen has given her soul to the King. And the child... the child has seen the truth of the morettis." "What truth?" Ivy screamed, hitting the glass. The twin smiled, a cold, empty expression. "That the Master and the Prize are the same person. There is no Dante. There is no Ivy. There is only the Resonance. And the Resonance is now hungry for the world." The windshield finally shattered.

The masterpiece was the silence. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the morning wash over me. For the first time in 490,000 words, there was no next move. There was no discrepancy to find. There was only the light, the air, and the absolute, beautiful zero of a life finally, truly started.

Bryce slumped into the cracked seat of the last bus out of his street. The sign above the windshield flickered the name of a city he’d only ever heard whispered about,the city where the Masters kept their families. When he mumbled his destination to the driver, the man turned, eyes scanning Bryce’s dirt-caked face, the tear in his hoodie, the grime on his jeans. His look wasn’t curiosity, it was disbelief. Like Bryce had just said he wanted to buy a mansion with pocket change. But the driver only jerked his chin toward the back.

But I swiftly restrained her and locked her in a cage. Soon, the police arrived at my house and took her for questioning. It didn't take long for us to confirm that the wine had been laced with a sedative. The mastermind behind everything was soon apprehended and taken into custody. With that, everything came to an end. As for me, I decided to pursue a career in law enforcement. In this seemingly peaceful world, crime lurks just beneath the surface. Franklin's polite exterior had masked the evil within, treating women as objects and trampling on their dignity.

The man had, after all, saved my life – no matter how unusual his methods. If the bedroom had been fit for a queen, the bathroom was made for divinity itself! A vast pool of black marble stretched across the room, steam rising faintly, its surface glowing as if lit from beneath. Silver spouts poured crystal water, cascading into the pool with a sound like rainfall. Vines of obsidian crept along the walls, threaded with faintly glowing blossoms, casting soft, dappled light. The Master must like his blacks very much, I thought to myself, but strangely didn’t feel suffocated or claustrophobic by the dark color theme. Instead, it felt as if I was moving in space, surrounded by stars and glowing

Joseph called me naïve, said it was immature to spend four years studying literature, yet he still remodeled a room in our home into the perfect space for me to stay inside and write. Even though my fictional worlds were filled with scumbags for men, I never imagined that Joseph would become one of them. I thought of a recent novel I had written about winning back a wife. One top comment read: [The heroine meets one male lead; the hero meets ten.] A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Turns out it was true. Joseph was the only one for me.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

' She penned down and signed her name at the bottom right of the paper and a ‘XoXo’ and drew two love emojis. With that she left the letter on the bed after which she left for Ice Pick's quarters. ★ Sophia rolled her eyes countlessly as two hefty men who referred to themselves as their Master's guard escorted her. Yeah. Their master, Our master—Ice Pick. His guard was with her already. 'Does he think I'm going to run off, huh? I don't even know anywhere around here and I doubt we're still in America.' She thought as she walked on. Soon, they got to a gigantic and pretty mansion as Sophia's mouth flew open in amazement.

So it was strange, entering her master's chamber without no permission to do so. Again she tapped, not being able to hear any sound from the other side of the room. Yet no response, her mind fought against each other, the first urging her to open the door and barge into the room, the later restricting her from entering into the room, but rather continue tapping. Feeling so conflicted with her thoughts, she decided to listen to the later. As she was about to tap the door all over again, the door opened with a quick force, causing her hands to hang on the air, and her mouth hanged open, with fucking loads of thoughts. Due to the fact that she never expected her master to open the door so quick