The Young Master Novels & Stories

Heart then stopped from sobbing and then removed her face from his chest and then looked into his eyes. “Thank you so much, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart thanked him and smiled at him. Cullen smiled and blushed. “I am happy that you smiled because of me, just call me ‘master’ as return.” Cullen teased her. Heart chuckled. “Yes, master? Hahaha.” She laughed. Both of them laughed together. Cullen blushed and liked it so much. He then grinned at her. “So, meaning, we can have sex now? I am your master now.” Cullen teased her playfully. Heart rolled her eyes and then looked away. “No.” She declined and then stood up.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

He didn’t give me his number yet I stayed fit on his promise. He was confused now. “Well ma’am, do you wish not to negotiate?” Carnival was a gang that liked to intercede in the treaty before killing. It was their principal. Whatever principle it was it scared me to my guts. I shook my head. Unable to form words. “I’ll show you the way then. Young Master hates waiting.” He signaled me to walk in front of him. Young Master was probably the king of Carnival, I assumed. I walked ahead. The area was as big as I saw outside. We kept walking and corridor after corridor appeared. I looked around. This place was massive.

The youths and the teacher present are all stunned when they saw the bright yellow crystal and the three attributes. “Three Attributes! A Yellow Rank Novice level at the age of 17 too! What a talent! This is really the Young Master of the Harter Clan!” The middle-aged man from a while ago said in astonishment. It turns out that the Young Master from the red flag is the Young Master of the Harter Clan. “Can I go now?” The Young Master of the Harter Clan asked. “Yes, yes!” The middle-aged man said. The Young Master of the Harter Clan we

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

She came out of her trance as she let out a breath which she didn't know she was holding, she said, "I-I 'm sorry. Let's start our tour." Amused by her sudden reaction, the white-haired only chuckled while the other one stood there with a boring face. He said, "Sure, ladies first miss Gabriel." She nodded at his response and the girl turned with her cheeks red and her body drained and she stepped out of the room along with two boys. She said, "Let's start our tour, master..." "Noah it is for me and he's Kaal." The white hair pointed to the black one. She nodded and think its a wired name, but why would she be bothered. She said, "Then let's start, Master Noah and Master Kaal."

“This person is the first young master of the city master’s mansion, Warren Alexander. You can’t offend him, or you’ll suffer!” The first young master of the city master mansion? Fane was stumped speechless. Still, he was not a person who would get trampled on. Although this person was the first young master of the city master mansion, what he did was unintentional. With a frown on his face, he said, “I’m sorry. I had no idea that this was your slave, and I also didn’t know the rules of the city master mansion.”

Still panting, he withdraws, releasing me and I roll onto the bed, both my husbands watching me. My Master's voice is dry. "Is that enough proof for you?" Then his eyes widen, and he points. "Look!" "What? What is it?" I swing around then realise where both he and Michael are looking, and my gaze drops to join theirs. And there, where Elephant tee-shirt stretches over me, drawn tight, quite clearly visible is the outline of a tiny handprint, pressing outwards. My Master, grinning delightedly, snatches up his phone again, opening the camera and flicking on to video. The tiny hand moves. "She's waving! Peanut is waving 'Hello'."

He gives them a little tug, getting me to unwrap my arms from around my knees. The Master then stands, pulling my arms up with him until he is at his full height. He then gives my hands another little tug, pulling me to my feet. The Master leads me over to the door, but before he opens it, he says, “Stay behind me and keep your head down.” “Yes, Master,” I whisper, as I nod my head.

Young Master Hero fierce voice. Master Hero's group had stopped eating, all wide eyes to the sexy girl who approached the grumpy master. Other students were also on the watched as they knew the young master character when his aura was fierce, bad mood or grumpy. All audience were in silence in the whole cafeteria as it was been a whole week that the Young Master Hero was being fierce to anything that comes his way. "Why? I am not ugly. Look at me," the sexy girl seated herself without permission yet.