Novel & Cerita Dark Romance Masked Man

I couldn’t help but ask myself so many questions that I had no answers to. Still feeling drowsy, I laid down and dozed off, only to be awakened by the noisy rumble of my tummy. I could see it was dark outside and guessed it must be night already. By now Phil would have called the police, I hoped. I wondered if Dom was planning to starve me to death, when the door flew wide and a masked man came in. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. He was about Dom’s height, but the big jacket he wore made it hard to tell his size. He may or may not be Dom.

In the doorway stood a nightmare. Dominic. His face was half-charred from the penthouse fire, his hospital gown replaced by a blood-stained suit. He looked like a demon risen from the pits. He didn't look at the masked man; he looked at me. "Nobody touches her," Dominic growled, his voice a rasp of scorched vocal cords. "She is mine to destroy." But before he could take another step, a second figure vaulted through the broken glass wall. Killian. He was covered in soot, his arm wrapped in a makeshift bandage, his eyes wild with a manic, obsessive energy. He landed between Dominic and the masked man, his combat knife glinting in the moonlight.

I reminded myself before facing the masked man. “I have heard your conversation,” I cleared my throat when they didn’t utter a single word in response. “I wasn’t eavesdropping at all… I swear, it was just a coincidence, but… I am here with a proposal,” I answered, and the masked man narrowed his eyes after hearing this. “I am searching for a partner for a contract marriage to escape from an arranged marriage. I know, you are also looking for a marriage partner,” I addressed the naked man, and he nodded in response.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

“You were walking alone last Saturday and saw a masked man on the floor, with another man pointing a gun towards him. And instead of you running-by and minding your business like other ladies would do, you risked your life and went over to help the man. Why did you do that?“ Nora was shocked to her bones. Her mouth was opened as she stared at the figure in front of her. This couldn't be one of Raven's goons. Who was this man? Who could he be and how did he know about what she did? “I—I… Who are you?“ He laughed once again. “I remember asking you the same question some minutes ago.“ “No, I mean it. Who the hell are you?“ “I'm Darkie, though you can call me dark,” he replied. “Okay…?“ Nora sai

“Then There is a face at the end of the halway. Half-hidden Half-shadow Firstly: “Black. Sh Viewing me. Its eyes lock onto mine, and I Ezra turns around, with his teeth bared, to confront the figure. Well, now there can no longer be any doubt. Ezra also sees him. The masked man raises his hand. Not Waving Non-threatening Reaching For me. The lights come on again. And so he’s gone. His fingers are soft on my skin, pushing through as they coax my eyes back to his. "His pupils are blown wide again – black devouring gray." “Aiden,” he whispers, his fear-laced voice trembling, “please don’t leave me tonight.” ‘I won’t "Promise me." “I promise.” He breathes roughly, his forehead resting against mi

"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.

Music swirled around her, lilting and sweet, and she felt a hand slide into hers. Looking up, her heart skipped a beat. The masked man from the lottery stood before her, dressed in elegant black attire with subtle gold embroidery. The mask covered his eyes and nose, lending him an air of mystery that drew her closer. “May I have this dance?” his voice was smooth, low, and reverent.

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.