Novel & Cerita Booktok Masked Men

Its face was covered by a featureless white mask. No eyes. No mouth. Only one sentence written across the mask in black ink. STORY DENIED. The room fell completely silent. The masked figure slowly raised one hand. Every blank page inside the First Study ignited with pale blue fire. The White Book screamed. Not with words. With every forgotten story it had ever protected. The masked figure finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a library closing forever. "Return the Final Reader..." "...or every unwritten world will be erased." The boy quietly stepped in front of Adrian.

"Bastard, that's enough." Adam stepped forward. "He’s right, stop." Why didn't they say their names? It was as if they didn't want me to know their names. The masked man attacking my father stopped but grabbed him by the neck to yell in his face, "It's because of trash like you that I enjoy killing." His voice was cold but, at the same time, so subtle that it could sound soft. Murder... These two masked men were dangerous, but why were they here? Had Adam brought them here? Why were they helping me?

Damian’s POV Nobody moved. The three masked men stood at the entrance of the mausoleum, cutting off the only way out. Their weapons were raised, their movements disciplined. They weren’t ordinary rogues. They knew exactly what they were doing. The man in the middle smiled beneath his mask. “You’ve come farther than we expected, Alpha Damian.” His voice echoed through the chamber. Rowan shifted beside me without taking his eyes off them. “Want me to count them?”

I knew just then that I was in for a good show for my party and if it was the best or not, I had to accept it as it would be. As I was contemplating what it could be, the people separated to both sides and I had a clear view of the band which was playing but there were no people besides the band. Just then, a young man dressed in a black shirt and black trousers. He was wearing black shades on his face stepped out from the people and walked toward us. He had a microphone in his hand and as soon as he got to us, he held his hand towards me and my brothers left my hand and kept them in his. Then, they both whispered into my ears, “Have fun.”

the masked man said. “I am choosing independence over submission,” Ruin answered. The masked man looked toward my father. “Then watch closely,” he said. Two men stepped forward and forced my father to stand. They did not harm him yet, but the threat was clear. “You misunderstand something,” the masked man continued. “This is not about territory. It is about consolidation.” “You will not consolidate through coercion,” Ruin said. The masked man laughed softly. “We already have,” he replied. The camera shifted slightly. In the background, more figures became visible—at least five, all armed.

She had no idea how long she stood there, waiting for Ethan, but it felt like forever. Her thoughts were jumbled, and before she could collect herself, a group of men appeared out of the shadows by the sidewalk. Three of them. They were looking at her in a way that made her stomach tighten. She realized that Ellie had put her mask on for her and they probably thought she was a drunk prostitute. One of them—slightly shorter but stockier than the others—stepped closer, his gaze appraising. “Hey, you lost, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice slow and deliberate.

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

"Every movement needs a name." Aria looked at the women. Some were crying. Some were laughing. All of them were seen. "They already have one," Aria said. She pointed to a group of girls in the front row. They were holding up signs. WE ARE THE MASKED WOMEN. "The Masked Women," Noah repeated. "I like it. Sounds like a superhero team." "We are," Aria said. She leaned her head on his shoulder. The book was a bestseller. The fortress was secure.

Anubis clicked his fingers and a few masked men seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “We have what we want, gentleman.” . . TBC

Gary motion for the guard to open the double gate. "It's not a..." "Don't be a pussy,challenge the girl, bring her down,make sure she regrets cheating on you,you're a nice guy"The masked man frown in surprise. "You know you don't judge the book by it cover"Gary stop in track and face him. "You're right that rules should apply to the ladies" The masked man step into the mansion,a grin on his face,the guest passing by stop to look at him shocked at his appearance. "Will she recognize you with your mask on?"Gary query not bothered by the attention he was gaining.