Urban Supreme Evil Young Master Novels & Stories

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

“Can we at least go get something to eat while we discuss this delusion of yours further? We have to be ready for the trials at 07:30 and its 06:00 now.” I grabbed some clothes and put them in my bag along with a towel and a water bottle. “Okay – lets go” We walked down the stairs and out of the house trying not to wake Lucy. No one spoke a word as we walked towards the café. We found a table and sat down ordering breakfast and a lot of coffee. “Do you even know what a supreme is?” She suddenly asked “Of course – she is like the über priestess.” I answered. “No, the Supreme Alpha is a gift bestowed only on the those worthy of the moon goddess”

If she’d been here that long, she should know something about the incident five years ago. "Just curious about something," I said casually, though my pulse quickened. Maria’s gaze sharpened. "About what?" "About Mr. Justin’s driver... Morris?" I replied. "How long has he been working for Mr. Justin?" Her brow arched, and she studied me like I’d just asked something I wasn’t supposed to. Maria’s lips pursed as she thought. "Well... it’s been a while. Five years, I think." Five years. I did the math in my head, and it didn’t add up. If Morris started five years ago, that would mean the "Master" he referred to was Justin. But it couldn’t be. The tattoo I remembered vividly belonged to Roland.

Raymond shook his head. He still couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Is it true that the Young Master is in the District C prison. If that was the case, of course, Raymond Evans was a terrible person. He remembered so well what the Young Master had done to him all this time. How can he darken his eyes and make people who are very instrumental in his life get misfortune? Bugh! Russell threw another punch at him. “Please… forgive me!” Raymond Evans begging to Russell. This red-haired man actually glanced at his men and ordered them to humiliate Raymond even more.

Cutting him in the middle, Young Master answered briefly, “Then, just throw him in the river after cutting his tongue.” “Alive?” I realized his voice became more serious, “Yes. Crocodiles will take care of him.” Taking long and steady steps, that Young Master approached me, stepping out of the darkness of that shabby basement. I felt an unwelcome surge of excitement the moment my eyes met with his sharp, hawk like eyes. He had dark amber hair, curling on his forehead. The clean, light look of him with that warm smile impressed me instantly but his both hands were covered with blood, creating a sharp contrast with his milky white shirt.

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Master? You got here for killing your own son, right? You got so many crimes in your name so sent you n this small place, huh?" "The son is still alive, I've heard. Hey, big shot. Did you have money on you? Give me some so I can bribe them to get me cigarettes." His cellmates all stood up and surrounded Colton. Their smelly breath and the sour smell on their bodies made Colton woke up in his daze. He could not help but frown in disgust. "You stepped away from me." "Bah! This Master still thinks he is so high and mighty! Let's teach this arrogant man a lesson!"

My master was so happy that finally he is going to sell me off for a good price. "I know keeping you untouched will make you bring me a fortune. Well l guess this is goodbye pet. You were good but now is time to use you for what l really brought you here for," he said to em with a happy expression. To be honest l have never really seen my master so happy before,he is such a greedy demon. At this point l began to think about my parents. How they are doing. They just lost their 17 year old only child. My mum must really be devastated. I really miss her cooking. Since l came to this demon world they have not given me anything good to eat, my master doesn't even give me food sometimes.

How could he have such deep resentment? Helio leaned down, his voice low and dripping with menace. "I want you to know one thing," he said, his hand tightening slightly on her jaw, "I am the master here. Seeing you act bold and defy me only makes me want to destroy you. But I hold myself back... because I don’t want to lose my favorite toy. So do as I say, and live obediently." His words hit her harder than the slap. The cruel dominance in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, but Victoria refused to show fear. Even as she felt a flicker of terror, she kept her eyes locked on his, determined not to look away.

Madame Beatrice gave him a look. That was all it took. The old driver burst into laughter. Loud laughter. The kind that echoed throughout the entire entrance hall. "Oh, this is wonderful!" "Uncle Hector!" "What?" He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "I haven't seen anyone survive five minutes with Young Master without crying." "I didn't cry." "Exactly!" His laughter somehow became louder. Madame Beatrice crossed her arms. "You are encouraging her." "I like her." "That is the problem."