Young Master Novels & Stories

"Then how about counting me in?!" Another young voice traveled into everyone's ears. Everyone quickly shifted their gaze to look in the direction of the voice and realized it was a handsome young man walking into the scene. "It's Young Master Houston!" Someone shouted again. Young Master Houston was Yicky Houston, the young master of the Houston family of Holy Land. Lucas looked at Yicky, who was walking toward him. Yicky was almost the same age as Lucas, in their 20s. However, their abilities differed greatly as he was just a Rank 5 Surpasser.

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?

Young master saying that is tantamount to making them mad, looking at their faces are already as black as the bottom of a pot, now that they're being said that again, perhaps they can't wait to quickly dismember the two of them. "Damn it! Quickly kill them for me." "Oi, oi they're crazy." Clause Chen happily clapped his hands and looked at the boy next to him. They are like wild dogs now, growling and scratching. "The young master is naughty." "Can't blame me, it's all their fault." "Okay, then let's quickly get rid of them and go to school." "Still have to go?"

The other female uttered. My heart thudded in fast paces at the mention of that Young Master, once more. My index fingers directed toward them, as I braced myself up. “Who is the Young Master?” I asked, cringing my brows. “Young Master Liam, the heir to the James empire. You should be happy, ma’am. He took care of you the night before. Boss didn’t retire for the night because you were unwell. He didn’t rest, until you fell asleep,” The other mentioned.

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."

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

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.

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'."

"Young Master Junior has lost his memory. I just received word from the caregiver on duty there—Young Master Junior has been diagnosed with amnesia—" The world tilted. "What?!"

Only the top of each car was engraved with a number, which looked like the year of birth. 1781, 1782, 1827, 1828, 1845, 1846, 1879, 1880,… Rosabella never thought there would be a place like this in New London where she works and lives. "Here, do you sell time?" Rosabella asked quietly. If possible, she'd like to buy it, and she'd like to buy back her youth years, the time Louis didn't belong to anyone else, just her upper-class male student, in her eyes, alone.