Dr Doom Face Without Mask Novels & Stories

The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside. The only time you could see an emotion on his face was when he was watching some of the men in the base torture people who had betrayed him or he was doing the torture himself. But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld.

He sat down in a grand armchair, exuding power and control. Drake wore an immaculate black tailcoat, whose elegance contrasted with the danger he radiated. He played absentmindedly with a vintage lighter, his every movement deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. Half of his face was hidden by a mask, but what was visible was enough to freeze anyone in their tracks—sharp features, pale skin, and a chilling intensity in his gray eyes. Unlike Marion, Drake was something far darker. There was a deathly stillness about him, an inhuman ruthlessness that permeated the room.

- I analyze it. - You are a... - Yes, I am a doctor. Orthopedist. - He doesn't let me complete the question. - You have neither the face nor the manner of a doctor. - I sneer. - Since when does a professional have to look like the profession he or she practices? With that loose tongue, you don't look like a lawyer either. - she shrugs. I laugh. - I deserved that. I'll get the ice. - I mention to get up, but he stops me.

A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face. "Let him watch," Drax growled. "I was going to send him another video, but a live performance is so much more... intimate." "Drax?" I whispered, my heart hammering. He didn't answer. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at the window. Then, he turned me around and shoved me against the glass, my hands pressing against the cold pane. He reached down and ripped my robe open, exposing my naked body to the street-and to Liam.

Then the air around her bent like heat over asphalt, impossible, raw power pushing outward and Draco’s face changed. The grin that had been a mask folded into a spasm of pain. He clutched at his throat as if someone had wrapped a wire round it. He cried out, a sound that was a laugh and a curse and a broken animal all at once. Something in him ruptured, his aura recoiled like a flame smothered. “NO!” he roared, stumbling back. His hand flew to his face, clawing at the mask as if he could peel it off and scrub the sting away. “You witch! what have you done to me?”

The guy grabbed her hand and they started to run out of the club Someone grabbed his mask and tore it off. James?? Nirvana's eyes widdened but she didn't say anything. She quickly took off her jacket and covered his face.. "Let's run" James said taking the jacket off his face then and held Nirvana's hands more firmly as they continue to run When they were sure no one was coming after them, they stop running and stood, panting heavily "What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes on their interlocked hands James trail her eyes and realized they were on their interlocked hands

Dimitri faced alpha Drake who is grinning devilishly at him. “What did you do to Amelia? Is ruining my life not enough? Is my father’s life not enough? You have taken my mother away from me and now my mate? I will kill you!” he shouted at him with his alpha voice but alpha Drake didn’t even flinch. He just continued smiling as if taunting him. I was intrigue by what he said to alpha Drake but I don’t have time for that now. That’s their issue and I have my own business with him that I should solve.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

My thoughts are interrupted by the door being unlocked. My breathing hitches in my throat as I manage to move closer to the bed. Before I can get on the bed the door is opening. I turn on my heels to face a man in a witch doctor's mask. The mask is black with vertical stitches on either side from the chin to right under the eyes with black feathers on the top. His striking green eyes look familiar, but that’s all I recognize from the almost six foot man with bulky arms. Okay, witch doctor, that was the name the person said when they took. Something about me being his voodoo doll. I don’t fully remember because adrenaline was pumping through me and I had no idea what the hell was going on. I

He changed from a suit to a brown round-neck polo with blue stock jeans and a pair of shoes. He went to the door, "Stubborn cat, you are grounded here till when you will learn your lesson, if you want, you can drown or starve yourself, just know it's not my doing," he said. He opened the door with his face by looking at the digital lens attached to it and the door was shut immediately of its own accord.