The Masterpiece Novelas e Histórias

She never liked to be presented to others as a flawed person with a complexity of both rational and emotional thinking. Thus, she spent the whole six months: only catching sight and appreciating her previous paintings in the past few months and creating her recent Via's Masterpiece. She had prepared foods and drinks for six months to indulge in her greatness without the interruption of setting foot outside this safe area. She laid down on her bed that carries an undeniably soft foam, pillows, and a blanket and stared at her capability in art - her collection of masterpieces. All traces of anguish within her vanish.

The master is such a meanie and then I suddenly remembered the masters smile,maybe he's not that bad, my body hurts but it made me smile. I want to see him smile again. The master really has a lot of work to do I thought he doesn't do anything more than ordering people around but he does paper work all day. That's very impressive of him.

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

I go completely still. Not master

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

The Master’s appearance is the first thing people will judge, and he doesn’t like being seen as anything less than perfect—especially if someone dares to call him ‘impaired. "One thing you must always remember before you start your work is that you’re serving a powerful man who despises being underestimated. Be very careful. Because even one mistake—just one—and you know the consequences you and your family could face." Pierre’s sharp gaze made Alethea swallow hard, her nervousness almost palpable.

"Do you like the paintings?" Lacey nodded as she turned to face him. "Yes, very much. This is quite a collection." He nodded, his obvious pride evident. "The Master did them." Her head snapped up. "Master?" He nodded, smiling. "Yes, The Master. Alpha Julien Grey." She didn't say anything, dumbfounded beyond words. Who knew he had the capacity for such creativity? At that moment, she realized how complex Julien was. There was a lot that she didn't know about him.

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

The glass table was a mess of honey, champagne, and the remains of the men's desire. Sarah lay there, unable to move. She felt like a hollow shell that had been filled with gold. Leo walked over to the main monitor. He pressed play. On the screen, a high-definition version of Sarah was begging for more. She looked wild. She looked destroyed. She looked beautiful. "This is the masterpiece," Leo whispered. Sarah looked at the screen, then at the three men who stood over her like guards of a secret temple.