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We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

< i suffer everyday and i cannot sleep every night i regret the day i stabbed the heart of my friend i regret even been a hero, what kind of hero i am , all this began when the masked man come and joined us it was our fault that we accepted him and now we pay > In the other pages she recounted the story of how they were in a bad situation and the red dragon come and saved them and he is the one who won the war, she said : < we don't remember when he become with us and how he become a member of our group all we know the he have a tattoo in his hand a serpent he was the one who pushed us to enter the war he was very close to human and dwarf heroes, the demon hero VLAD never trusted this masked

It's a complete bliss to just wander your eyes over those beautiful dialogues and expect nothing more than it. I started reading and unconsciously started flipping pages as I read the story. I was completely into the book until- "Yes- she's here. I found her." I frowned at the new voice in the library. The only people who visit this library are the librarian, who barely talks, and Mr. Mebbin, who just comes here to chill, and the cleaner. But, that voice belonged to none of the three so I stretched myself and looked over my shoulder to look at the grinning Bretton Parker.

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

“You’ve felt it. In the cold. In the dark. In your dreams.” My throat tightens. “What are you talking about?” Ezra’s voice is ragged. “Aiden, go upstairs—now.” But I can’t move. Because the masked man steps closer, one quiet footfall after the next, until I can almost feel the heat of his breath. Ezra blocks him just in time. They stand chest to chest, two forces colliding without touching. “You can’t protect him from himself,” the masked man murmurs. Ezra stiffens. “I can protect him from you.”

he advised, but none of his words were getting to my head. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was getting to me or the heartbreak, but I went ahead to wrap my arms around his neck. Still eager to see his face. “That is enough, I think your dress will be ready now” “Don't you find me attractive? Why doesn't any man find me attractive?" Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I was stupid to have reached for his mask and pulled it off. Before me was the most handsome man that I had ever seen, scarred with a giant scar on his face. Yet he remained cold, his gaze dark like he would rip me apart this instant.

Trust me. The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.

Hell, no, marrying that masked man wasn't an option. Fortunately, Gloria had already arranged the customer's order and kept it on the counter so I took the tray and veered toward the table. I got to the table and scrutinized the man whose head was inclined. He was clad in a black jacket, his hair covered with a matching black face cap. It was quite odd to see someone dressed like that but I shrugged off the intrusive thoughts. I had no business with his dress sense, what mattered was his ability to pay for his order. "Good afternoon, Sir, thank you for your patronage. I hope you enjoy our tasty burger..." I said enthusiastically and turned around to leave when his deep chuckle caused me to f