Novel & Cerita The Orphan Master's Son Book

I calmed down a little and asked-" So...?" He turned back while answering-" I am not an orphan. I am sorry I lied. I was born in a family of slaves. My father was a witch but my mother was a human. There were lots of cases where pureblood and mudblood were born having the parents with pureblood of witches as some have the blood of others. I was one of the mudblood. My parents were poor so to feed us my mother become a slave. He raped her as a result A half-blood was born from a witch's bloodline and a non-witches bloodline. The master not only gives us the power to feed ourselves but also gives us the power to stay alive by sharing the powers within us we could use their powers which is of c

She was given a straightforward task to kill Margarita, and what the heck is she doing here? “It pains me to see you burdened with such sorrow,” Master said in a deep, soothing voice, placing a gentle hand on Capo’s shoulder. “I can’t bear this pain any longer, Master. My heart aches for my son, Aslan.” The master listened attentively, his eyes filled with compassion. “Sometimes, life’s cruel twists deny us the opportunities we so desperately seek. But you must believe that Aslan knew your love, and that you raised him with all the care and devotion a father could offer.”

Aaron said. But then, seeing Klaud's empty face convinced him that there was a war going on. He didn't know why, but he must listen to him. "Do you remember the pack who almost killed my father, a few years ago? We were still young back then, but we both witnessed that incident." Klaud looked intently into Aaron's eyes, trying to persuade him that it was real and life-threatening. Aaron nodded. "He had a son named Devon. His ruthless, greedy, and brutal. And now, he's interested in my grandparents' hidden treasure because he's planning to be the most powerful entity aside from the alpha. Isn't it funny?"

So I recognized his hand instantly. How ironic. On his son's sixth birthday, he was out admiring the moon with his mistress. All the bitterness I felt suddenly flattened into a dead calm. I double-tapped to like the post, set my phone face-down, and turned to cut Finn's cake. "Happy birthday, Finn." In the candlelight, my son closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. "My birthday wish is to be Mom's knight forever. I'll always protect you." Hearing those words, a mix of overwhelming love and heartbreak washed over me.

He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough. I was on him in seconds, slamming into his back with enough force to send snow flying in every direction. The ground groaned beneath the weight of us as I drove him down. He struggled, thrashing like a cornered animal, but I rolled him over, pinning him. His bloodied face twisted into a grin, and his eyes met mine. "You're Orin's son," he rasped, his voice thick with venom. "The others will find you—hunt you down for your sins. We never let our own die without revenge."

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

he was dead. In his place was a silver-eyed soldier. I stood up. My ribs screamed in pain. I had created a monster. And that monster had turned his father into a machine. I walked to the door. Kaelen fell into step behind me. His footsteps were heavy. Perfect. I wasn't the wife anymore. I was the pet. And my son was the Master.

Swoosh— Just as they spoke, a dark figure with an overwhelming aura suddenly dashed out from the entrance like a flying bat. Bang! Smack! Boom! With just a slight effort, Noir and the others were sent retreating by over a dozen steps. They barely managed to regain their footing, but their bodies continued to wobble. In contrast, the figure dressed in a white robe stood coolly in front of the three Swallow family martial realm experts. He fanned himself with a folding fan, exuding an aura of arrogance. He was the Young Master the three mentioned, a legitimate heir of the Swallows, Osian Swallow!

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

"You scum, you dare to chase and kill my son, I'll take this skull of yours, take it back and polish it, and make it into a wine glass should be good." Sarnus said, a fire-red light wrapped around Robert, pushing him slowly into mid-air. "Lord Sarnus, I have no intention of hurting your son, I just want to catch that human, please let me go!" Robert's voice was hoarse from pain as he said to Sarnus. "That's not a coincidence, that human, is also my son's, go back and tell Winpas that if he ever hits on my son again, I'll pull his head off and kick it like a soccer."