The Masterpiece Novels & Stories

grandmaster says, “how are you?“ the grandmaster, “Everything Is not fine” Richard retorted, “Why?“the grandmaster asked, “the girl that I kept my house for the renewal has started having nightmares,” Richard says, hope I will not be affected, because I don't want to lose my dignity and my wealth,” Richard says, “did you keep the dog very well?“ grandmaster asked, “and hope she has not been close to the dog?“ grandmaster asked, “where I kept the dog, she can never see the dog” Richard replied,

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

The designs were beautiful; besides, everyone thought so except his father. “I don’t know what I am missing. How can I create a masterpiece like my father? Something that would make me worthy of being his son.” The more he spoke, the more my heart melted, and I wished he could see his designs through my eyes, to see the masterpieces he had created. I cleared my throat. “What’s your favorite movie? Or better still, which movie do you think was a masterpiece?” I asked. Luca raised his brows, but he answered either way. “The dark den.” A nostalgic smile spread across his lips.

Lucas It was beautiful as I recalled the flashbacks of the intensity of the things we did in his office at work! Thank goodness the building is soundproof I can’t imagine someone hearing us like his secretary and he asked me to his penthouse, us alone. In the drive there I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear and so excited about seeing this man again…i drive through the gates into the massive penthouse the butler showed me in as I carried my canvas. Immediately I opened the door there he is waiting for me the thought made a tingle run down my toes I dropped the canvas and work bag.

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

But for the first time in five years, I felt the cold, hard walls of my sanctuary closing in. “He loves me,” I said, my voice barely audible. “He saved me.” I picked up my brush, intending to fix the smudge, but my hand was shaking. I looked out the window, past the gates, toward the city where Daniel was currently ruling his empire. Lobbyists. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the color of the lilies—a pale, sickly white. The masterpiece was still there, but the stain had begun to spread. “Masterpiece,” I whispered, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.

Their shock was palpable, their faces pale as the weight of Matilda’s revelation sank in. The Master’s expression darkened further, his fury barely contained. His masterpiece—the creation he had poured his genius into—was no longer what it was supposed to be. If she could express emotion, it meant she was no longer perfect. No longer untouchable. No longer his. That makes a failure then. The Master’s voice, when he spoke, was quiet but deadly. “Get Gray. Now.” Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door.

“The Master and you – watch how you talk about him. He’s the one who delivered us back to the surface and organised the humans into the sectors so we have room to grow and thrive.” I repeat the line I’ve heard all my life: the collector doesn’t say anything; he knows what I’m capable of so I know he won’t say anything bad about where I’ve come from. Most people picture the Master as someone who lords his power over everyone but all he really wants is order and for mankind to thrive once again. Of course he’s firm; the world is in disarray and everyone seems content to booze and whore their way through life. The master built the Academy to save the young girls left out in the dark and he make