Young Master Novels & Stories

The young master looked a few years older than me, with a white and handsome face that shone brightly in the sunlight. I had never seen such a handsome young man before and momentarily thought he was a fairy who had descended to earth. Upon seeing me, the young master's eyes lit up, "Finally, someone has come. Little sister, please go and call an adult, I stepped on a trap." The young master's face was very pretty, with some black and grey smudges on it that did not detract from his good looks. I walked over and saw that he was wearing exquisite and shiny little leather shoes, and the trap had pie

All the others seemed to be looking on with interest. He quickly recovered and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. It was mere moments after that he attempted to grab me but I jumped back. A smirk appeared on my face as he realized that I was faster than he was. Remy was incredibly strong but it was nothing compared to my speed.

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

Young Master Desperate seemed to be crazy. He now felt that killing Caspian was more important than obtaining the Legacy of the Heaven-reaching Sword. "The endless sea of swords... extreme!" Young Master Desperate was burning his little divine thoughts to the extreme, and he bet that he could kill Caspian with one stroke!

Lee stood up and was startled. “Oh, son, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Lee asked. Cullen was panting and was looking at his mom seriously. “I am going to be the CEO! I will be the best CEO!” He shouted at her. He then looked at his grandfather. “Grandfather, please train me well! I don’t want to be a lazy fake CEO! I will be the best!” Cullen confidently said while panting.

Besides, it's a buy one get one free deal. There was silence for a long time. Henry blinked his eyes. Is his dad petrified? Third Young Master: Who are you exactly? Love My Mommy The Most: Your son! Third Young Master: ... Why don't you say you're my grandson? Love My Mommy The Most: You're 28 years old, how can you have a grandson? Third Young Master: ... Love My Mommy The Most: Mr. Marcus, should I help you find a date? Third Young Master: I have many women, I didn't need anymore.

he laughed aloud. The plan is not going well. " And if you win or at least maim my best fighter I will give you a truce depending on my mood" he said. And now it was our turn to keep quiet. "I will fight with your best fighter," Tony said. It was unexpected that no one expected him to speak up. "No.....I want Master Chris to do the honors, I heard he became a master at age 16 ,I want to see how the revenge drive master fights, now which one is he or are you master Chris?" He asked Tony.

He could not help sighing to himself. 'Only Young Madam can make Young Master do that. 'People of the Yi family are either too ruthless or too dedicated! 'Old Master is a heartless man, but Old Master's son and grandson are both dedicated to their lovers. They dedicate all their feelings to one woman and can even... live or die for them...' He only hoped that Young Master would not follow in his father's footsteps and live a wonderful life with Young Madam. Perhaps they could bring some laughter to the Yi family's cold mansion.

Following behind them was Han Minjae, and as he ran his hand through his hair, a casual look holding a hint of arrogance was on his face. "What about—" Before Jaemin was able to continue further, he was interrupted and taken aback by a loud noise. It caused three of their footsteps to halt. "WE GO UP! LIKE A HELICOPTER! TURN IT UP! IMMA LIGHT IT UP DYNAMITE! ICECREAM CHILLING, CHILLING, ICECREAM, CHILLING! IT'S THE LOVE SHOT! I SAID DON'T MESS UP MY TEMPO! OH MY GOD! SHE TOOK ME TO THE SKY!"

Vasha was using my phone to talk to her father, Andrei Krovopuskov. A quick Google search pulled up pages and pages on the self made billionaire, detailing his success and best business practices; but I was more interested in the several charities he donated to, and the kindness of his character. Vasha was blessed with his mossy green eyes and full lips. Had she never dyed her hair, she would have shared the same dirty blonde shade as her dad. He looked awfully young, but then, Vasha admitted he fathered her at only seventeen years old. That means he’d be in his early forties. As shitty as her childhood had been, it gave me comfort knowing now that Andrei had found her, she’d always have fam