Dark Romance Masked Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

It’s a picture. I stare down at it. A stiff, old photograph, slightly curled at the edges. It shows a couple, hand in hand. Both are wearing masks, but I can still see enough of their faces to feel a strange tug in my chest. The man looks… familiar. Not exactly, but enough to make my skin prickle. I glance at the page where the photo was placed. It reads: “Masquerade party with my lover. He’s been obsessed with unlocking the full potentials of the white wolf. He’s dallied in matters he shouldn’t have, and because of him, something far deadlier might have been unleashed into the world.”

There he was. After the first man who had invited her to dance was refused, from her upper left side, in the surveillance blind spot, a man in a black cloak wearing a ghastly pale blood-tear mask slowly emerged. His target was quite clear as he moved straight through the crowd toward her. Marisol knew what happened after that without needing to watch. She didn't want to see it again. But Nick, sitting beside her, was seeing the full sequence for the first time. He watched as the man kissed the woman's hand after the dance ended and plucked the rose from her head. His previously calm eyes gradually darkened.

I should be enjoying myself, getting lost in the festivities, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of Riccardo’s dominance, his touch, that kiss. As I stood there, caught up in my thoughts, a man approached. He was tall and well-built, wearing a black and gold mask that added an air of intrigue. His dark hair was impeccably styled, and even behind the mask, his eyes sparkled with mischief. Dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, a slight smirk played on his lips. "Good evening," he says smoothly, his voice rich and inviting. He extends a glass of champagne toward me, exuding an easy confidence. "Care for a drink?"