Dr Doom Face Without Mask Novels & Stories

I had finally found a chance to ask about my mother and find a way to unseal my wolf, but the thought tightens the knot in my stomach. A knock break my thought. “Come on out. It’s time.” I take a sharp breath and follow the guard through the back, spotting the car already waiting. I take the passenger seat and place my hands on my lap as I wait. After a few minutes, Drogo appears. His dark suit hugs his large frame. He’s wearing a black mask—fitting for his personality. I lower my gaze as he enters the car. He’s quiet for a moment, but I can feel his stare before I finally look up.

I seethed boldly, mucus dripping from my nostrils. “Exactly what I love...” he chuckled, returning to the sofa, “A sharp tongue. More reason why I’m grateful I spent a dime on you.” I gurgled loudly, tears filling my eyes and trailing down my cheeks. I didn't speak, not when my neck was literally on fire, like the flesh was going to pull out. The door burst open, revealing a muscular man with a long braided beard. He was Alpha Rheagor, the one Doom spoke about, the 'pleasure monger,' and now, I didn't know who to be more scared of.

Children blinked, women pressed their hands over their mouths, and a warrior spat into the dirt as if to wash my words from the ground. Draven’s smile cracked, like ice under a boot. For a terrible second his eyes were only animal—bright, furious, suddenly small as a trapped thing. Then the mask snapped back into place; his features tightened until they were hard as flint. “What insolence.” He took a step forward; his presence rolled over me like a black wave. “You take my name and—do you dare speak death of me? You dare call me a disease?”"

Gary rub his wet palm,The masked man loosen the knot holding the mask together to his face "one" "Two" The mask jerk,Gary face deformed,he held his jaw. "Three" The mask fell off,Gary shudder like he was electrified,what stood in front of him was unworthy of belief,he stood before the man in mortal dread of the nightmare he seems to be having.

I saw the Reaper only wearing clouds on his bottoms and his bare shining body screaming to my face. "I said I have a name," Doom complained, his face turned sour. He was sitting on a floating cloud couch. "What would you want me to do, 'Doom'?" I made an emphasis on his name. He's too obsessed with that name. "Also, for starters, I am not comfortable seeing you naked when we are alo—" in a snap, Doom was instantly wearing a black and white Reaper suit.

Here he was gawking like an idiot. The mask clattered to the floor as it slipped off his grasp. A slow smirk curled up his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. Drake gasped, his breath almost leaving his body. He staggered backward and quickly grabbed at the ceramic counter of the restroom for support. He could feel the blood from his face draining. What the hell?! His worst nightmare was staring back at him in the face. This was no dream. He blinked uncontrollably multiple times but he was still there staring back at him with a devilish smirk plastered on his face. Even though he had dyed his natural brown hair, he could still recognize him well enough.

When I turned around, apparently Daran had gone home. Daran was carrying shopping bags and looked at me in confusion. "What are you doing here, Jonea? Did you just come out?" I quickly shook my head. I was even more shocked when I looked at Daran. It wasn't because his return was sudden, but because he didn't wear a mask on his face. And, gosh, Daran is really handsome without a mask. Even though his face looked cold with no expression at all. "You... Where's your mask?"

Maybe… Bam! I am still several feet from the door when it slams open. Dominic is here. But it’s not like it usually is. He doesn’t come strolling in with a suave smile. He doesn’t take his hat off and put it on the rack. He’s not wearing a hat. His head is bare and his thick dark curls are damp from rain. His face is a mask of determination and he has a look in his dark brown eyes I’ve never seen before. It’s ferocious and malevolent. It makes me move out of his way in a hurry.

This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed. As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible.

People with such looks appearing together with the boss of an entertainment company are mostly newcomers who are going to be promoted. Broderick said, "No, he’s my driver." Rogers's eyelid twitched, "Your driver... was chosen from the idols in your company?" Broderick smiled and said, "Only the upper half of his face looks good, but the lower half of his face is so scary that it could frighten someone to death. That's why he wears a mask when going out even on hot days like this." Broderick kept talking nonsense, not sure if Rogers believed it or not, but he didn't ask again anyway.