Booktok Masked Men Novels & Stories

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

He wasn't a man anymore. He was a beast. And he had come to collect. From the shadows, six masked men emerged. Weapons glinted in the low light, but none raised them. One man stepped forward. The leader. "Where's the black book?" Luca's stare was sharp enough to draw blood. "Where's the child?" "The boy is safe." "You show me the child, I show you the book." "You don't make demands here." Luca took one slow, step forward. "And what if I decide to negotiate our lives instead? ".

* Liam was angry that he was in such an awkward position with a guy. He could te the masculinity of the stranger from how deep his voice was. Liam held his breath as the stranger struggled with the buttons. *It can't be that hard.* Liam thought as his eyebrows created together in a frown. He was beginning to get impatient that he raised his head to look at whoever the stranger bumper was. Liam didn't think he could be more repulsed by a person than he was by the person in front of him. *Why in the world will a sane person be wearing a mask out in the afternoon. A face mask for that matter.* Liam found himself focusing on something else.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

In two weeks, Casino Confessions arrived. Powerful alphas and leaders from every part of the world attended it, as it was not something one could miss. Missing that was equivalent to missing opportunities. Among the many people who arrived in expensive cars was a slim figure with a dark blue suit, curly black hair, and black shades covering his eyes. He also wore a facemask, making it difficult for the onlookers to know who was behind that mask and goggles. Kiara's book was successfully published, but Alpha Maseno decided it would be launched this very day when the casino would be happening because the doctor suggested that Kiara may come out of her coma the very same day.

the masked man said, his voice was low and dangerous. “I’m not the one with secrets to hide,” Ryan replied. “Don’t call me ‘baby boy,’” the masked man growled. “I’ve never been anything but loyal to you. I’ve given you everything I have, and all you’ve done is turn your back on me.” “You’ve got it all wrong,” the other man retorted, his voice growing louder. “You’ve never been loyal to me. You’ve always been out for yourself, and now you’re trying to twist the story to make me look like the bad guy. I’m not a loser – you are.”

“Thanks for the introduction. Now that I’ve given you enough time to say your last words, let’s end this once and for all.” The masked man sneered. “Fake! Arrogant! You’re indeed just as they said—a weakling who believes he’s worth more than he is. Don’t blame us for what happens next.” “Shift!” As soon as the order rang out, the men behind him answered with a roar.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.