The Masterpiece の小説・ストーリー

“A portion of the Maestro’s estate will go to the upkeep and maintenance of this memorial garden, to keep it accessible to all walks of life.” One of the del Carmen’s suits attended the ceremony to ensure that their orders would be followed, and hearing the Maestro make one last defiant act caused his face to wrinkle up in contempt over the common folk that, for all of the Maestro’s wealth and influence, considered my grandfather one of them. Miss Salve passed the note to me, and after reading it, my eyes went wide. “The sword is my final masterpiece and lesson to you, Maximo. Wield it righteously.”

“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.

And I know that this life, even with its hardships, is better than that. I live in a grand manor, nestled among lush gardens and tall oak trees. The manor itself is a testament to Master’s wealth and power. The walls are adorned with priceless art and rare artifacts from around the world. The furniture is made of solid oak and inlaid with gold and precious gems. The floors are polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the light of countless candles that flicker softly throughout the halls.

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

“Does it bother the dragon hoarding stress over there?” He glared. “Some of us are trying to fix a company-wide issue. You’re laughing like a lunatic at—what even is this?” I paused the movie dramatically. “A cinematic masterpiece called Cake Catastrophe 2. It’s art, Leo.” “You’re testing me.” “Little bit,” I said, smirking over my coffee mug.

Their journey is very interesting and it caught my attention and hope. I smiled and sipped on my coffee. "It seems like you like the cookie, cute lady," The Master extolled, I confidently looked back at him, not minding if he will recognize me because no, he won't. "Yes I am, Master Ruan, the cookie tastes perfect, especially the way the wine blended with the cookie gives it a more distinct taste," I replied. Everyone stared at me, I fixed my eyeglass and sipped my coffee again.

“You think this is about your so-called art? You don’t know what real art is. I didn’t even mind. I liked you anyway. I could have taught you. I didn’t plan it like this. But you chose him.” She couldn’t think. She was too scared for her brain to work. “You shouldn’t have dug up Sullivan,” he told her, his voice hard and filled with hate. Her mind spun to process that, her throat tightening as she made sense of it at last. “You’re Brady Blackwell?” “I’m the Master,” he snapped at her. “Someday, they’ll all know that. Someday, when nobody even remembers your name, my art will be worshipped.” “Let Maddie go. Please,” she begged. “She’s just a child.”

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… *