Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

Although it was a festival, no one could hold back their eyes from the strange person who was walking with a masquerade mask. Strolling to his destination, the man couldn't care less about the people eyeing him and instead thought in his heart that his attire was normal enough. Next to him, a young man with a slightly different height with golden hair like gold strands had his emerald eyes shopping around the window. He had charming features and a sweetly seductive smile. Although he looked a little older than his age, the young man was still around seventeen in age. From time to time, he noticed some of the girls looking at him shyly and smiled sweetly while waving for a greet. After having

He handed the remote to his trusted lackey. Danial met Victor's gaze with unwavering determination, his expression unreadable behind the mask that obscured his features. He stood tall and composed, a silent sentinel prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel.

I stare in utter shock at their dead bodies lying lifeless on the floor after they’ve both being shot directly in the head by a man wearing a mask. Wait a minute, why does this man feel so familiar? It’s been a hectic night. Running through the list of the people I have met tonight, there is a unique man among them. What’s his name again? Right, it’s Pedro with the red mask and the same man is walking majestically towards me. The same man but with a different aura. Dark and intimidating aura emmiting from him as he gets closer. He is so different from the man I met in the ballroom. His gaze is cold and scary. Every single step he takes declares a domineering and terrifying aura. I feel like

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.

The envelope remained firmly in his hand. Lucien stood several feet away. Alone. Exactly as requested. The image looked wrong. Dangerous. Like a trap. Vivienne immediately stepped closer to the screen. Victor's jaw tightened. Neither seemed surprised. Which meant they recognized something. Or someone. The masked man laughed. A low, distorted sound. Then he removed his mask. The room froze. Elara stared. The man looked to be in his late thirties. Dark hair. Sharp features. Expensive suit.

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

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