Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

“ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio confused . “ I have heard a lot of compliments from the guests today about my appearance but yours was quite blunt . “ said the masked man . “ I am telling the truth though . That costume is a lot of money . “ said Antonio staring at him . After laughing , the light where they were , turned on and the two of them could see each other’s appearance clearly . The masked man was a bit surprised from Antonio’s appearance . ‘ He is obviously a man but surprisingly……he is very beau

I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection. I patted her back, my voice heavy but clear, loud enough for the cops and reporters close by to catch every word: "Don't be scared, I'm here now. Everything's going to be okay. The police are here... Whoever did this to you, they're going to pay." Those words were both a balm and a command, cementing Ruby's resolve. She wept harder, her sobs a heart-wrenching symphony of grief. "Zayden! You bastard! It was you! You're the one who framed me!"

As I focused my vision, I recognized Justine However, the other person was a stranger, donning a sinister mask that hid his identity. My breathing came in shallow gasps as I desperately tried to listen to their conversation despite all I could hear was the continuous beeping sounds, almost breaking my eardrums. Despite the overwhelming pain and the difficulty breathing, their words reached my ears in fragmented pieces. "Who are you working for? Who is behind this?" Justine growled while holding the man's collar. The masked man laughed mockingly, his voice distorted by the disguise. "You think I'll tell you? You're delusional if you believe you can stop them."

Inside the car was a person who has his face covered with a mask. "Oh no! Another mask person and she had not been able to know the identity of the masked woman now she had another masked person to deal with." She thought to herself. She gave the person a thorough observation. She was able to have a glimpse of his hands. The right hand was covered with keloid scars probably from burns.probably why he is very well covered. Her eyes traveled to his arms up to his neck and when she reached his masked face. She saw a glimmer of a smile at the side of the mask where the skin is exposed.

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.

She was about to say something, but Black cut her fast. "Of course we ain't gonna rob. I don't wanna end up in jail, alright? My novel entitled The Masked is kinda inspired from that movie. My characters weren't illusionists, though. They're wizards. Attention seeker wizards, if I may add. They found happiness in doing something that would eventually create a fuss and make a person's attention dart on them. They entertain people to entertain themselves." He stopped for a while and looked at each of them. He's expecting one of them to say something and he's right. Flute's senses finally came back. "Wait! Are you saying... we have to catch people's attention? And through that, you think we wou

It’s as if my eardrums would explode as the corners of my eyes start to sting. However, all these effects reduces to nothing the moment I feel a smooth hand on each of my ears, covering the latter from all the noise and chaos. I turn around to see a masked man—clad in a dark red tuxedo, wearing a black half-faced mask, and smiling with those green eyes of his. “Keep your attention on me,” he whispers while bringing his hands down from my ears. The next thing I know, he tangles his fingers with mine while his other hand snakes around my waist and pulls me close.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

But what followed was almost worse in its calm precision. A man in robes stepped forward, chanting words I didn’t recognize, Latin, maybe older. The air thickened with incense and smoke as I repeated the vows whispered to me: words of secrecy, obedience, and eternal loyalty to the Order. When it was done, Mr. Everhart turned to me, pride gleaming behind his mask. He reached for a name tag and pinned it onto my suit. “Beta,” it read in bold, metallic letters. He handed me a mask unlike the others, black, sleek, faceted like crystal, catching the candlelight in a thousand tiny reflections. As if it was made of diamonds. I lifted it slowly and tied the silken rope behind my head.