Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

My heart races as I read: 'Your husband-to-be is wearing a great mask; he is an assassin.' I blink in disbelief, and another message follows: 'Former assassin, I meant.' Relief washes over me, though I can’t shake the uneasy feeling about his past. I’ll need to ask Julian about this later. Just as I turn to head back to Evelyn and Isabella, yet another text arrives: 'He was the one who killed your father.'

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

She had to crane her neck to look up at him and what she witnessed next, almost made her legs go weak. Though, there was no resemblance yet there was so much resemblance. The man before her had long shiny dark silver hair and dark gray eyes. The one she knew had black hair but the aura was extremely familiar. His face was hidden by a black mask, only his eyes could be seen. He grabbed the book and brought it down, forwarding it towards her. She stared down at the book in horror. Her complexion went pale as sweat started to coat her body. Was it really him? If...if it was him, he wouldn't show up in disguise.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

His eyes remained widened as he looked straight into my eyes and realization flickered through him. And it ended everything I ever thought of. This whole trauma I spread across our school, the identity I proclaimed and worked for slowly started to shatter. The sole purpose of my aim was beginning to end as I loosened my grip on his wrist. He eased his wrist from my grasp and turned around with horrified face. I knew I lost my chance and nothing can be done right now. My disguise is out in spotlight and a mere shadow won't cover it. Toby gritted his teeth as a glare slowly began to form in his face.

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

“I can protect him from you.” The masked man’s head shifts, just a little. “I’m not the one he should fear.” Ezra doesn’t flinch. “Take one more step toward him and I’ll rip that mask off your face.” A strange silence follows. Then the masked man whispers: “If you do… he’ll see the truth.” Ezra lunges. The masked man moves faster, retreating toward the front door, footsteps silent. The door opens by itself, wind rushing in. He steps backward into the darkness outside.

He walked out. I sat there alone. Quiet. Akayda was probably terrified right now sitting there in her office. And I couldn’t do anything. I couldn't even reassure her. Because she hadn’t told me anything. Even after I found the mask. The Mask. I had kept it. The silver mask. It was on my shelf at home. I couldn't throw it out. My jaw tightened. I pulled my phone again and opened the article. Looking at the picture of Jade— It wasn't too clear.

Couldn’t stop watching Kailen unravel. “He didn’t leave because of me,” the Masked Man replied calmly. “He left because he’s Carlino. He saw through your plan before it even started.” Kailen’s face darkened instantly. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” The Masked Man stepped fully into the light, movements controlled and deliberate while Kailen looked seconds away from exploding. “I warned you,” he continued. “A bottleneck trap was sloppy. Predictable. But you were too blinded by revenge to listen. You're so blinded by your father's ghost that you have forgotten what you're actually fighting for.”