Novel & Cerita The Masterpiece: A Novel

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.

he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed. He got closer to her staring at her womanhood which was opened wide for him. He suddenly does not feel the urge to lay her, he was looking

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.

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

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

The door to the room was now fully closed making the smell of instant noodles gather in the room. "D*mn girl!" said Lilyana while looking at the door. Her eyes glanced slightly at the bowl and glass that Ivy had placed on the nightstand. These instant noodles really tempt the taste buds, even Lilyana, who already feels full, wants to eat them right away. However .... "No ... no! I can't eat it, I can't eat my husband's mistress's cooking!" She went back into hiding place. The thick blanket covered her from head to toe. That way too, the smell of instant noodle that was now filling the room didn't smell too much to her.