The Most Generous Master Ever Novels & Stories

"You might not believe it, but the Capital has almost a thousand years of history. They have connections and influence in other countries. Rumor has it that the people in the inner circle were great generals and leaders of the past. My Master was also a famous scholar in his era. If not for his reputation when he was alive, he would not be considered to have belonged in the inner circle." Then he started to talk about the greatness of his Master. "My Master contributed a lot in the history and also in the Capital...." "It is said that he fight grim reapers face-to-face twice before and escaped successfully!" "My Master-" I stopped and glared at Marcus. "I don't want to hear any of your Maste

stuttered Winnie as her jaw dropped. “He truly is a great master!” replied Parker, still trembling all over as he nodded. “Still… A great master at his age… Aside from that man, Gerald’s the only other person to achieve the title of great master at such a young age!” added Parker. “What’s a great master, dad? Gerald’s one now?” asked Dylan who had no idea what a great master was. However, from what he heard, he knew that it must have been an extremely high achievement.

“Do speak, Master Watt.” Demi picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. “You said you met a master who gave you all this. And that master was a beggar.” “That’s right.” Tyr nodded. “Is he the Beggar King?” Tyr was stunned as he stared at Demi nonplussed. “Master Watt, you know my mentor?”

When we got to the room, all I wanted to do was lay down. 'You will obey me when I tell you something. You are my pet; I am your master. Do you understand me? ' I did not want to speak. I did not want to hear his words; to accept my fate. Sebastian was right. I was to be enslaved. "Yes Kilian, I understand..."

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

Her voice shook. "Is he… Amon Nicholas Sergio?" Grandma’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Yes. The Landlord of this city." So this was Mr. Amon. The CEO. The name everyone feared. "Say thank you," someone ordered me. "Yes, Sir! T–thank you!" I bowed fast to the tall man in front of me. He was handsome in a sharp, dangerous way. I stared too long. "Stop looking at me like that," he said flatly.

He led me to the heavy oak doors of the Master Study. This was my father’s inner sanctum. This was where the big deals were made, where the money was counted, and where the power of our family lived. The room was dark, smelling of expensive tobacco, old money, and the cold scent of power. In the center of the room sat the "Throne"—a massive, high-backed chair made of deep red leather. Dominic locked the door with a loud thud. He turned to me, his eyes looking absolutely insane with hunger. The "strict tutor" was gone. Only a predator remained.

Using the money from our shared marital account to pay for his mistress's expenses? My fingers felt numb as I continued scrolling through Felicity's social media account. Three years ago, she had uploaded a post when Henry first brought it up to me that he wanted to sponsor a student. "I got to know a stupid, old man. He's bald, and his breath stinks, but he gives me a lot of money. I only have to praise him a little, and he'll buy me everything that I want. I feel such a sense of achievement for training an old dog like him."

I want to ask what, instead I tense as the tip of his whip drags from my neck, down my shoulder, back, and settles between my legs. "Everything, sir?" I can’t see his face clearly in the shadows, but I feel the weight of his presence behind me. WHIP. I yelp, jumping forward as the sting blooms on my ass. Did I just.... get whipped? Fuck. "Master," he says. His voice is a low vibration. He wants to be called Master? Well, fuck him. We never discussed terms! "Everything... Master?" I correct myself, my voice dropping to a whisper. This is Banks Wellington. The richest, most desired man in the country: Real estate mogul. Owner of the most exclusive clubs.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.