Young Master Novels & Stories

"Congratulations to Jason Mahone, winner of the Annual Technology Innovation Award!" Thunderous applause erupted in the conference room. I stood in the corner again, the code documents in my hands trembling, nearly crushed by my grip. That achievement cost me a year of sleepless nights. It was the honor that the Vice President of the company, Peter Mahone, had personally promised me. Jason—Peter's nephew, who couldn't even write Hello World—was smiling brightly as he went up to accept the award.

Young Master Wu's temperament was different from his polite and gentle demeanor. "Don't worry too much about the young master's behavior. He just misses Master Huo, the two haven't seen each other for many months. They quarreled before the young master moved. The young master is very attached to his older brother and is a little jealous of sharing the precious videos with others," Uncle Ya said when he saw how young master Wu closed himself in the room. Normally, young master Wu has a good temper and wa

“ You would be surprised if you were to see the results . The young master and young lad have improved a lot madam . “ said butler Albert . “ Really ? That’s such a good news . I am glad Ayla didn’t disappoint me . “ said madam Dahlia with a satisfied expression . “ She is a very good girl and the people who we have sent sometimes to check on her , have told us that despite how much the young master flirts with her or approaches her , she keeps a clear line . “ said butler Albert . “ That’s why I am quite relieved . She can manage him to study and yet not give in to his charms . I do understand the other young ladies drooling an

"I'll surely pay your money back, Ice Pick. Just extend the time a little bit. I'll surely pay you. I promise with my life" a rich man in his late forties knelt down with a pleading eye in the front of a cold looking but handsome guy of twenty five years old who is not ready to accept the old man pleas. "Your life isn't worth my money, Johnson" the younger man bent down to the older man level. "We had an agreement. You know that, right" he continued as he stood up.

Stupidity aside, the brat could throw a punch. "What's your name?" Frank asked impassively. "Urgh, what a pain." The youth rolled his eyes. "I'm Dorek Yimmel, Yora Yimmel's great-grandson. Look, if you're scared, just get your board chair out here and sign Lanecorp over to me. Or else… Hehehe." Frank almost laughed at Dorek's naive demand. Instead, he scowled, "You want to see Draconian martial arts? Very well."

"Master, Young Master has been captured again. I'm afraid you'll have to take action this time…” Wayne Larson heard this and thundered, "Unf*ckingbelievable! I'd like to see who dares to touch my son!"

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

Turning towards the noise she looked to see that it was Andrew who stood behind her, causing her to blush in embarrassment. "Come with me, we can play with Sebastian later, for now, let us eat first,". He said, stretching out his hand, waiting for Anita to put her much smaller hand in his. Sebastian looked at Andrew back in disgust, he wasn't a dog he was a proud wolf and when he grew up he’d show Andrew that this so-called puppy had fangs and claws waiting and ready to scratch anybody that dared to treat him like a pet...

The moment she found out I had enrolled Ryder in a vocational school, she stormed into my room in a rage and flung the admission letter straight at my face. "Rebecca King! What are you trying to do?" she shouted, pointing at me, her whole body trembling with fury. "How dare you send my grandson to learn something as lowly as fixing cars? That's work for the lower class! I raised him with such care, and now you want him to serve other people?" I looked at her flatly, not even bothering to defend myself. "Grandma!" Ryder's voice came from the doorway. He rushed in and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body—for the first time in 15 years.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.