Trading Master Novels & Stories

​"Grandmaster, this is Moza. She is the applicant who will cook and clean your room. This soup and pudding are her own creations. I have already tasted them. Would you be willing to try?" ​"Hmm," the old man replied briefly. ​Following a sharp glance from Thalia, Moza moved forward slowly. She carefully placed the tray on the table and opened the lid of the soup bowl. ​"Please, Grandmaster," Moza said softly. ​Master Markus stared at the soup for quite a while before finally taking a spoon and tasting a small amount. For a moment, the old man simply swallowed without saying anything. Then, as he took a second bite, the corner of his lip moved up into a thin smile.

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

I asked, nodding toward the bottle of rare Italian red. She gave a small smile. “It tastes expensive. Which means I probably shouldn’t spill it.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You spill it, I’ll just buy the winery.” She rolled her eyes. “Classic Damien.” Just then, a familiar face caught my eye near the bar—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cocky grin and a blonde hanging off his arm. Ethan Masters. One of my oldest friends from prep school and a notorious flirt. Actually, the flirting game was our thing.

Roby added. Sean was stunned and said, “I don’t want to meet him yet.” Roby sighed and said, “What happened back then cannot be blamed entirely on the Master. Especially over these past few years, the Master has also felt guilty. Do you know why the Master hasn’t remarried for twelve years? It’s because he feels guilty toward you and Madam.” “After learning that you came to Bandung City, the Master immediately instructed me to establish Martaguna Company in Bandung. I never looked for you before because the Master understood your personality. He told me not to disturb you, except when you were truly in trouble.”

“Was that the young master?” “No, his assistant. He informed me that our young master won’t be back for a few days.” “Why? Where did he go?” “Miami, he didn’t say why.” “Miami?” “Yes, Miami. He told me to take care of Ms Lin and that Madam Isabella will be coming.” “You can be the one to tell Ms Lin. I’m not going near that tigress. I’m sure she’ll be worse with Mr Hale gone.” “Probably,” a long sigh followed. “I’ll tell her later before the next shift takes over.”

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

"Yes, Sir. I do." From behind me, my Master's voice. "What will you use, Richard?" Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. "Perhaps something with more bite?" He speaks as though musing to himself. Moving to be more within my vision... Deliberately? For sure... ... he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a rubber paddle.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.