The Young Master Novels & Stories

He raised his wine glass and finished the contents in one gulp. Melody was startled. She did not know this person. “Mel, why are you still sitting there? Young Master Hane is toasting you. Why don’t you have a drink? Young Master Hane is one of the four young masters of Capital City and a famous young talent too!” Marilyn nudged Melody excitedly. In fact, she was very jealous of Melody. Famous young talent? One of the four young masters of Capital City? Since when did Capital City produce the title of four young masters?

” "The Young Master has always liked Miss Nelson. He only slept with Miss Jodie because he had been set up. Ever since that incident, he has been drowning in worry. If you tell him about Jodie's pregnancy, won't it make things worse for him?" After being with the White family for so long, Sophia knew Nathan very well, "The Young Master is a responsible man, but he is also a fool when it comes to love. You've seen it yourself. Due to Irene, he has only remained engaged to her all these years. I doubt he will be happy if he hears about Jodie's pregnancy. There are only two ways this could end. One, he breaks up with Miss Nelson an

the director spouted out " Oh the young master?" Ma'am teemah said " Young master?!" Shaw muttered out in surprise as he looks at the director "The person we're looking for is not a young master, he's a young boy" the director added with a smile feeling awkward "It's the young master you are looking for, we're aware he works at a store downtown, he owns this building" ma'am teemah cleared their doubts " Are you serious?" The director questioned " Yes I am" ma'am teemah said bluntly

"Kendrick, Young Master said we’re not supposed to sleep together!" "What?"

“Y-Young Master-” “What did you show Heidi on your phone?”

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

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… *

“You’ve been stuck in one place for too long. That’s all this is—your mind playing tricks on you. Focus.” I lowered my head, stepping out of his path before he could get too close. “Good morning, Master Roland,” I greeted politely, my voice steady despite the strange tension gripping me. He didn’t reply immediately. His phone beeped, and he pulled it out, frowning as he read the screen. “Those bastards,” he muttered under his breath, his sharp tone cutting through the morning air. The words were casual, almost dismissive, but in that fleeting moment, my curiosity got the better of me. I stole a glance at his face.

"Security, get this girl out. She's a paparazzi." "Miss, we would have to ask you to head out" A security officer spoke up, trying his best to sound polite. The other on the other hand did not seem to know what polite meant as he simply started cussing her out " Get out of her, this is not somewhere someone of your status has the right to be in. Do you know what will happen to you if anyone inside hears of it. Get out before I call the police" "I'm here with the id... Sorry your Young Master Mu"