The Masterpiece Novels & Stories

“Master knows that your wife and daughter have an expert protecting them, so he’s not that foolish. Let me tell you a secret. Master has recently been infatuated with a movie star. Especially when he unintentionally saw the concert your Khanh City’s city center hosted during its opening, he was instantly captivated by that lass named Snow Fenner. “Master really likes this Snow Fenner, and you should know that the women Master likes, he would never allow anyone to taint them mentally. But this Snow girl is too popular recently, and Master can’t stop people from liking her. Since that’s the case, he’s thinking of destroying her altogether.”

To hold the heart of someone who looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. She should hold onto him tightly—because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if given the chance to take him. He was a masterpiece. An artwork carved from seduction and destruction. From the way his dark curls faded at the sides to the sinful curve of his lips, lips I wanted to feel on every inch of my skin. My gaze fell to his strong arms. The way they flexed as he handled the wheel. The way I knew they could hold me in place. Pin me down. Choke me….

The sports car screeched to a halt in front of the luxury apartment building on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Dante strode out of the car, then froze. Two enormous moving trucks were parked downstairs. Workers were hauling out the expensive custom furniture and art, piece by piece. The seventeenth-century carved sideboard we had paid a fortune for at a Florence auction was being dragged out carelessly. "What the hell are you doing?!" Dante roared, grabbing a worker by the collar.

“You see, the Umbra Mistress requested that I force you back to the Realm. Desert Generals aren’t tolerated, so go answer for your crime.” I sigh with a whisper, “You just made your greatest mistake, Xaveeda.” “Ugh… I wish I did, then I’d write a long essay on one thousand things to not do.” The floors begin to rumble. My world spins. A strong wind encompasses the room and blows out the candles, but only lasts a few seconds before everything stills. Total quietude. Except, Xaveeda is crooning. It is a favorite tone of hers that I cannot seem to be familiar with whenever she hums it; maybe because it sounds kind of kooky—a song fit for her victorious moments.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

She felt like cold marble. "I told you," she said, her smile widening. "The audience needs a 'Hook.' A 'Call to Action.' We can't just have fifty people sitting in the mud eating chocolate. That’s a documentary. We’re making a *Masterpiece*." The mountain exploded. It wasn't lava that poured out of the top. It was a thick, glowing violet liquid—the same ink that had powered the Council, the same ink that had kept us in the tanks. It cascaded down the slopes like a tidal wave of melted neon.

She did not know if she really had chosen the right path. “I am still in wonders, Master, as to why you’re terrified when you’ve just created the best masterpiece in this world.” “No, The8, she isnʼt a masterpiece. She’s a monster. I just created a monster. That’s why I’m terribly sorry, and I know I’ll be forever carrying the guilt. I am so selfish, The8. I am only doing this because for myself. I am so selfish.” “Mind to explain what you’re trying to say, my Master?”

At the same time, even though he didn't want to become a scumbag, there was a voice on his heart that told him to not worry about anything and just became a scumbag so he could get all of those rewards, which made him have a headache, every time he tried to reject or deny it. But enough of that since Monica felt that the "Painting Mastery" was a very amazing ability, he knew that some legendary painters might be able to create an art that was capable of pulling someone to enter the world of their creations, giving off an illusion of what they had created truly alive. Monica knew that many people might doubt such a fantasy-like ability, but he knew that some master painters were capable of do

Andrea said the masterpiece is not in her custody “ Even the almighty Cooper was so intimidated that he began to inadvertently stutter. ” What are you trying to say? That the main reason for the grand opening is missing? “ he roared angrily, making them flinch. ” I thought you all were capable of handling this little task. I should have never entrusted this job to you. A worker from the main branch is more reliable than you all. I'm sure you are all aware about the thing I hate the most messy and unorganized jobs, ” he said, getting more furious. “ Can you imagine? ” He was sure his face would be in all the newspapers, magazines and the television with another

That will give us plenty of time to view the iconic pieces without much disturbance. Our first tour is the department of paintings where we see Leonardo Da Vinci's masterpiece, "The Mona Lisa". It's the most prominent and priceless painting in the world. Standing here, a few feet away from the painting, I completely get the hype surrounding it. We move on to other modern masterpieces which are all phenomenal pieces of art. Damien is walking a few steps behind me. I turn around to look at him when he raises the camera to his face. "Taking a photo of my masterpiece." He smiles. "In a room full of other masterpieces."