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She was about to say something, but Black cut her fast. "Of course we ain't gonna rob. I don't wanna end up in jail, alright? My novel entitled The Masked is kinda inspired from that movie. My characters weren't illusionists, though. They're wizards. Attention seeker wizards, if I may add. They found happiness in doing something that would eventually create a fuss and make a person's attention dart on them. They entertain people to entertain themselves." He stopped for a while and looked at each of them. He's expecting one of them to say something and he's right. Flute's senses finally came back. "Wait! Are you saying... we have to catch people's attention? And through that, you think we wou

And at the head of it all, seated on a carved throne of ice and human bones, was a man with a silver mask covering half his face, eyes dark and attractive. His voice was quiet. Calm. But every word carried the weight of death itself. “How many?” he asked. A scout knelt in the snow. “Six humans. Two males. Four females. Trespassing near the creek border.” “And you captured them?” “Yes, Alpha.” The masked man tilted his head. “Fools.” He rose slowly, the furs on his shoulders falling away to reveal arms lined with ink and old scars. His boots crunched over snow as he stepped forward.

{Present time} "Now! Let's all welcome the soul of the night. The biggest of the biggest! And the hardest among the hardest! The twelve-month consecutive most requested man in the club. Let's give him a loud round of applause… Mr. Claws and Fangs!" Yeah. You heard the herald right. Humans dubbed me as Mr. Claws and Fangs in the club when we could not disclose our identities to our avid dependents. It's for security purposes as they say. At least that's what came out of my brain when I was asked by the manager of the club since I am someone with sharp claws and elongated fangs behind my black facemask. Every time I made my entrance heading to the center stage of the club, several men and wome

Hopefully, his little kitten would have answered before he got out of the plane. Suddenly, he turned, and he saw Sean sneak walking behind him. Sean sighed in frustration. “Why can't you pretend that you didn't notice us?” Sean asked. Every one of them with a mask on, which caught many people's attention. 'Did you see those men? So tall and handsome!' 'Mom help, I'm falling in love with masked men.' 'Are these some upcoming boy groups or stars? I have to stan!' 'High hope girls. They're my husband!'

“What is that even supposed to mean?” “It means if I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing. Hell, I might’ve taken it further and had his baby.” I gagged. “Eww, Mel!” She smirked. “Just saying.” We were silent for a moment. Then Melina held my hands gently. “Look, Kay… just take it as an early retirement gift from the club. You kissed a very handsome man. And you’re never going back there again. Plus, you wore a mask and contacts. Even if he bumps into you on the street, he wouldn’t recognize you.”

I began, my voice laced with curiosity, "could you tell me more about the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan? What kind of person is he?" The servant's expression shifted, her eyes flickering with a strange mix of discomfort and uncertainty. "Ah, the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan," she started cautiously, "His name is Theobald Bastian, he's quite... unique. He wears a mask over half of his face, so no one has actually seen his true appearance." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by this revelation. A masked Alpha was certainly an unusual sight, and it only deepened the air of mystery surrounding him. "A mask? Why would he hide his face like that?"

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

And it looked like he was stretching his hand to take his medicated glasses that were few feet away from him. One of these masked men, who wasn't that huge in size, purposely stepped on the glass and crashed it into pieces. Just as I thought he was going to walk away, he kicked the man in the face. The sight was too painful to look at, so I quickly looked away. I side stepped the bookshelves, then saw another armed guy shoving pasteries into a backpack, while the other one took an old woman's hair tie off and spit into it, before handing it back to her.