Beneath The Mask Book Novels & Stories

Behind the Billionaire's Mask! Chapter 15 Julian's POV I woke and saw Sophie sleeping peacefully next to me. The memory of last night came back to me - her lips had drawn me in, and I found myself staring at them, mesmerized. I blinked in shock when I felt my hand reach out and graze her lips. I stared at my hand, wondering when I had done that.

In the end, he could only use the Mystic Armor to resist it by force. Borrowing the momentum, his speed increased by several points. The mask man behind him watched him with cold eyes. Never did he expect that Alex would have such a strong desire to live. Moreover, his ability to resist the blows was beyond his expectation as well. The masked man was also chasing after him desperately while shouting, “Alex Rockefeller, stop and give me the Holy Book right now, and I won’t trouble you any longer! But, if you’re still stubborn, then don’t blame me for not holding back anymore! When I catch you later, I will not just kill you and that woman in your arms, but I’ll also go back and kill your moth

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

It left tingles on my skin after crossing over. It was another library but smaller. More like a study than a library. She kept walking until we reached a table where a young man, either Drix's age or older, was writing something. Piles of books were on each side of the table, and a white mask covered his face. The mask was plain and had no cut for his eyes or mouth. He continued to scribble on the paper with a golden feather ink pen like a robot.

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

I put the lid on the counter and grabbed the envelope, opening it. "It's more profitable to bind together in the wrong direction than to be alone in the right one. To an evening of mischief and unforeseen allies, Balor." I furrowed my brow as I read over the letter again. "What a strange man," I muttered to myself. I placed the envelope down unfolded the tissue paper. My breath caught in my throat as I took at the beautiful mask. It was covered in black feathers. Diamonds were encrusted into the silver spirals that sat on the top ends of the mask. A black ribbon made of the softest velvet sat on each side to secure it to my face. As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze.

And then the mask slips. And what’s left behind is the truth.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.