Full Mask Mark Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pulled a sleek, midnight-black carbon fiber mask over the upper half of my face, concealing my identity entirely. Tonight, Malakai Thorne would realize that a new apex predator had entered his territory, and she wasn't asking for reasons anymore.

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

Phil grinned slightly and nodded. "Did you heal her face scars?" He asked bluntly and Faelon nodded. "I'd fix her vision as well if the humans wouldn't treat her as a medical experiment," he answered. Phil tucked his wings away before buttoning up his shirt. "Have you seen how she looked without scars?" Phil asked curiously. Faelon shook his head not caring. He didn't judge a person by what their outer appearance showed. Phil continued, "she was gorgeous and so deeply in love with Vincent. I can't imagine anyone breaking through that. Especially since she carries his mark." Faelon exhaled deeply and told Phil he didn't care about her mark and would stand by his oath.

He had given her one of his baseball hats, a faded camouflage thing that was thoroughly broken in, and an oversized pair of sunglasses that obviously didn't belong to Waylon. Dani watched as Waylon's hands clenched on the steering wheel, his expression turning pained in an instant. She began to ramble, the way she always did when she was nervous. "I remember you mentioned having a mate when you were talking about my mark." Her hands traveled up to her collarbone and she rubbed at the mark roughly as if she could scrub it off of her skin.

Not only did Valencia fake a black wound scar that stretched from the bridge of her nose down to her chin, but she also covered her left face and forehead with a fake green birthmark that made one repulse as soon as one stared at her, which was Valencia's motive in the beginning. As long as they were so disgusted to stare at Valencia's face, they wouldn't be able to study her face, not to mention discover that Valencia was familiar. "Yes. Mom won't find a handsome boyfriend like that." Iverson muttered while playing with a lollipop. His eyes were intensely fixed on the lollipop as if he couldn't wait to lick it. Unfortunately, he couldn't because Valencia had prevented them from taking off t

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I knew who it was before I looked up. Chase. He hadn’t stayed here last night. Why was he back now? “Stand still.” I stepped into the shadows, avoiding the light. “What is it?” He narrowed his eyes and marched over, gripping my shoulders firmly. “What happened to your face?” His aura—too powerful, too close—made it hard to breathe. “I—I fell.” “You fell?” His voice was sharp. “Where were you? It's almost dawn!” He tightened his grip. His presence was suffocating—his black silk pajama doing nothing to soften the menace in his eyes.

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.