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The masked man said, “Look, I’m wearing a mask just because I don’t want to tell you who I am! Don’t ask these sort of questions, if you really know who I am, then you really won’t be able to live.” “Boss, I really don’t have the Holy Book. If you find the Holy Book, you can go to Japan and look for the Gokudo Soushiki.” “Don’t try to mislead me, the Gokudo Soushiki don’t have the Holy Book in their hands at all. If they had it, they wouldn’t have helped John Rockefeller take over your father’s Rockefeller Group.” In that instant, Alex was surprised. “How did you know that?” The masked man replied, “Because the Holy Book belonged to me in the first place.”

When they stopped this time, her entire body shook. The man leaned in, his breath sour with tobacco. “This isn’t about you, sweetheart,” he whispered with a smile. “This is about the man who thinks you matter.” Celia spit near his shoe. He rose, unimpressed. “Good. Keep that fire. It will make the next round more interesting.” One of the masked men laughed behind him, wiping water from his gloves. The ringleader turned away, casually dusting his coat. “Let Rafael wonder where you are. Let him sweat a little. Let him picture this again and again. That’s what we really want.”

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?"

His ash brown hair, black color eyes, a perfect nose and full lips, his perfect build body, and a black tuxedo on it was enhancing his handsomeness. ‘‘This place is good for our next project.’’ Aaron Sinclair said with a straight face. ‘‘You're right.’’ a man beside him said. His ash brown hair and black eyes match with Aaron. Adrian Sinclair. Both brothers were inspecting the new area for their project. Their muscles built and body was hidden underneath their expensive tuxedos. They were talking about the project, when suddenly 10 masked men surrounded them with knives and guns. ‘‘Give us all the money you have and the project.’’ One of the men said.

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.