Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

I smiled at a masked couple that passed us and shrug his hands away. “Just leave me alone with my thoughts for now Darwin. Let me be,” “But baby girl—“ “Now now Darwin,” My head snapped up as a familiar voice purred. “You don't want to keep your bride all to yourself tonight, do you? It’s a ball! Let her dance,” The man in the red suit. How does he know Darwin? “Dmitri not now,” Darwin growled possessively. “Nonsense! Now is the perfect time,” The red masked man turned to me and smiled.

Then I turned and walked back toward Demarion. He pulled me into his arms immediately. “That’s my girl,” he said proudly. He leaned down, clearly intending to kiss me, but a loud clearing of a throat stopped him. Both of us turned. The masked man was still standing there, watching everything. Then he began clapping slowly and sarcastically. “Well,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, “that was quite the performance.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked directly at me. “I’ve got to give it to you, Adele… you always manage to surprise me.”

Lena collapsed against the couch, her body still shaking from the last orgasm, cum leaking from her pussy in thick streams. Dora was on her knees between Lena’s thighs, licking up every drop like she couldn’t get enough, her face messy, lips shiny. The masked man didn’t sit. He stood over them, cock already swelling back to hardness, eyes fixed on their ruined bodies. “Up,” he ordered. Dora obeyed first, scrambling onto the couch beside Lena, her tits heaving, nipples hard. Lena tried to move but her legs trembled too much. The man gripped her hair and yanked her upright, dragging her forward until she was kneeling on the floor between his legs.

His presence and demonstrated skill were impressive, but also aroused a strange familiarity. There remained only one man facing the masked man, who approached cautiously. However, all the caution of the aggressor was in vain. In a matter of a few blows, the masked man broke the man’s jaw, making him fall powerless on the ground. A heavy silence hovered over the hall, broken only by the murmurs and cries of astonishment of the crowd. The masked man turned to Rosalie, who watched in horror. Determined, he grabbed her arm, dragging her through Rosalie’s confusion and internal struggle. She struggled with her firmness, determined not to date a complete stranger, however much he had defended her.

This is the main event. “What a sweet night! We are all so lively here!” a man’s voice fills the air, and he hops onto the stage. Fuck. It’s really him. Alfio Katrakis. Dressed in a designer tuxedo, looking younger than his age. The son of the bitch is living an extravagant life and running a pleasure house while he gets away with literal murder. Charlie has spotted Jason and the officer to the right side of the stage. Detective Rouvas is disguised as a rich young man in a Versace tux; behind him Jason is wearing a suit, his eyes covered with a black mask.

Burying her face on his chest, she cried silently, feeling sick of herself, aware that the man was looking at her. “But his heart is still beating. He’s fighting. He wants to survive.” The masked man raised his hand, its flesh appeared to have some kind of glitch, as it disappeared every second or two. From his open palm, a flower-shaped smoke floated, filming a complete family, laughing together, playing together.

The uncertainty of my fate intertwined with the unresolved emotions between Eden and me, creating a chilling tableau of fear and conflicting loyalties. The next morning arrived with a stark reminder of the surreal nightmare that had become my reality. The masked man, his features hidden behind a cold facade, brought a tray of food into the dimly lit room. The aroma of the meal barely registered before my refusal to eat incurred his wrath. A sharp, stinging slap echoed through the room, leaving a burning sensation on my cheek. As the pain reverberated, I heard a sudden commotion near the door. Eden, masked and silent, emerged from the shadows. The air crackled with an unexpected tension, and

Perhaps she’s upset about something? Worst of it all, I can see how the masked man doesn’t tear his gaze away from Kristen as she retreats from him. Maybe I am overreacting because I tend to get jealous when it has to do with Kristen. And the masked man just admired Kristen and nothing more. Because she’s my wife, mate, mother of my son, and Luna of this pack. Maybe, just maybe it’s just a harmless admiration. No sane person would be infatuated with a young woman like this, will they?

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

A tall man in a black mask turned to us slowly. Him! "Ah. If it isn't my favorite couple," he sneered. "Sorry I couldn't be there for your wedding. Congratulations anyways, sorry it's coming late." "You son of a—” Victor attempted to step forward "I wouldn't come closer if I were you” The masked man said, pushing the gun further to James head "Camilla, your still alive? You don't die easily, do you. Well I'd expect no less from someone immune to even poison.”