The Masterpiece Novels & Stories

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

There was no one and I stepped outside. I wander the hall of the mansion, I didn't y how beautiful the mansion is, last time. It had many artworks and the decor was amazing. Whoever decorated the mansion was a pro. I went down the grand staircase and walked in the direction I assumed would be the kitchen. My mouth watered at the amazing aroma that filled the air. I was really hungry now that I was not weighed down by emotions, on entering the kitchen, my eyes landed on a plate of spaghetti meatballs and my knight in shining armor. Monica

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

"It’s eight o’clock on a Tuesday, it’s pouring rain, and you’re standing on my mat trying to sell me junk?" "Sir, this isn't just any product," he said, his expression remaining eerily flat. He reached into his case and pulled out a heavy, strangely ornate brass key. "This is a Master-Pattern key. It’s a marvel of engineering. It’s designed to bypass the tumblers of—"

“Just as you wish for it.” The Mistress smile that is equally threatening and hiding something that she prefers to keep like a souvenir. With the grand clock ticking and finally to its very last seconds. A bit of a change from the past are corrected. Now presenting it in the way that is better than before and too perfect to be told to be a fault. Then. “Here I thought that you wouldn’t came.” “Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.”

It was at the same exclusive gallery from before, but this time, it was empty, save for the two of them. In the center of the main room, covered by a large black velvet cloth, was a massive print. "This is our masterpiece," Marcus said, his voice filled with pride. "This is the truth." He pulled away the cloth, revealing the photograph. It was a huge, stark, black and white image of Alex from the day before. He was on his hands and knees, his face a mask of pure ecstasy, his body slick with sweat. And behind him, Marcus was visible, his body tensed as he came inside him. The image was raw, explicit, and incredibly beautiful. It was the most intimate, most vulnerable moment of Alex's life, ca

At the same time, they were the cream of the crop in their respective areas. "Ambrose, I didn't expect that you'd be able to procure a real artwork produced by Callis, the Saint of Brush. To think that it's also a painting featuring the God of Wisdom, too! You really are amazing!" Winston exclaimed in surprise. Everyone knew that Callis painted everything, though he was a master in painting anything related to the Bardoran Order, the supernatural elements involving spirits and deities, as well as humanoid characters. One could say that this painting of the God of Wisdom was one of Callis' masterpieces. It was definitely a piece of priceless artwork.

I looked around the big mansion trying to find the room. Finally, I found the room yesterday Lina told me about the directions but I was still not sure. I bit my lip still not sure about going in or not. But then finally I did. I was left mesmerized at how beautiful and luxurious it was. It was two times bigger than my room. My eyes fell on Master who was sleeping in his king-sized bed. And he was shirtless. God, I gulped heavily. I didn't want to see him like this but I have no other option.

“Perhaps it is fated that only a grandmaster-level master like Master Rockefeller could play this song with Zendaya and convey its essences.” Wilson and the rest, who were sitting next to Alan, were shocked to hear his remark. They wanted to see what was so great about the so-called master, that he could make the First Piano Prince of Hong Kong praise him highly. Soon after, the curtains were drawn. This time, a holographic image of a medieval artistic conception was portrayed on the big screen. Drizzled in misty rain, the scenery of the south river that was accompanied by the mountains was as beautiful as a picture.