Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

The familiar presence again, filled Lex, as the huge framed man emerged from the shadows, with a bright red rose in one hand. “Lord,” Gbenga jumped into a slight bow. “Lexington, I hope you had nobody tracking you, if you did, better expect them and their entire family stuffed with foam before the next full moon.” the masked man's voice was soft, yet stern. He moved closer to Lex, towering over him, stared into his eyes and sighed before walking past the two men to sit on a high-positioned chair in the far end of the room, between the light and darkened area.

She began to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she brought the scene to life. The couple on the poster stood in front of a vibrant carnival backdrop, the lights and colors of the games and booths shining brightly behind them. The woman, dressed in a flowing red gown, was masked, her face hidden behind a delicate silver mask. The man, tall and dark, wore a black domino mask, his gray eyes gleaming with intensity as he gazed at the woman. His hand, gloved in black, held hers, his fingers intertwined with hers in a gentle caress. The woman's hand, bare and pale, seemed to glow in the dim light; her fingers curled trustingly around his.

Cold and harmful. But why him? I don’t want to agree with the little voice in my head whispering thoughts. Phrases I forbid. Remarks explaining the reason I'm standing before this man. What arrangement did my so-called mate make with his evil brother? I’ve never offended Alpha Vladimir. Why is he punishing me so hard? “He is your buyer. Your new Master,” the masked man responds tenderly as if listening to my thoughts, confirming the whispers of the tiny voice. He undoes his mask, revealing his short, stylish brown hair and fitted, pointed nose with perfect lips.

I am already tired of trying to run away from my real feelings and masked it with the past promises. "Uh-huh…" he said slowly, trying to organize his thoughts about me. Maybe… about us. "Why would you cry about us kissing?" I gasped and looked up at him. Nagsimula na namang mangilid ang mga luha ko sa mata dahil sa sinabi niya. He did not deny that they indeed kissed! Tinawag nga niyang "my woman" kanina kaya bakit hindi sila puwedeng m********n!? Tang ina!

He then stepped down after completing his duties, accompanied by applause from the room. Couples quickly descended to the dance floor in the middle of the ballroom. Disco-gothic-themed lights illuminated the room, enhancing the mysterious atmosphere. Suddenly, the pockmark-masked man extended his hand towards Lea. This caught her off guard, and she didn't know how to refuse his invitation to dance. "Do you want to dance?" the tall man with a beard and the opening mask asked again. His gaze behind the mask felt intense as he looked into Lea's eyes, trying to examine the hidden expression of the girl behind the feathered mask.

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?

His shirt gaped open slightly at the collar, exposing a strip of pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. Ivan stepped back to admire his handiwork, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of Jason pinned and vulnerable. "Much better," he murmured, his accent thick with satisfaction. Jason tugged at his bonds, but they held fast. "Let me go," he demanded, though his voice came out smaller than he intended. "Not until you tell me what I want to know." Ivan moved closer again, his fingers hovering over the second button. "But don't worry, little wolf. I'm in no hurry."

I knew. I walked up to him, tugging my wallet from my coat. “Something wrong, sir?” I retrieved a check. Five digits, clean. I handed it over. “Get this to the masked dancer.” He whistled low at the amount. “Damn. Lux?” His lips curled into a grin. “She’s fire, ain’t she? Man, every guy in that room would sell their soul to get a taste. She’s so fucking unreal.” I didn’t respond.

I forced myself to stay still despite the tremor running through my body and looked around for Sebastian. I knew it. He was unreliable as ever. "How much longer?" I finally asked. "Soon. Just wait a little longer," Rebecca said. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a server led someone into the private room. The man was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. I glanced at him once before turning to look at Rebecca, who had been watching me the entire time. "So what exactly are you planning?" I asked. "Are you expecting him to start a therapy session for me right here in the private room?"

“I'm just a guy craving your intimacy. You know what I mean, right?” “Do I know you?" Lucas asked as his eyes pierced the masked man’s. “Maybe, maybe you don't.” He leaned in towards his ears. “Come on, darling, it doesn't matter” he whispered, voice still distorted. “We’re all alone. Let’s make the best of it, Hmm?” His voice dropped as he leaned in, teeth grazing Lucas’s ear. Lucas flinched hard, his body jerking against the restraints. “Ouch, what the hell is wrong with you? Get off me!”