Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

Book 1: The realm is hosting its annual event, Courting Day. Unmated, unmarried women, 23 yrs old and above, are paraded for the Alpha King Godric. He alone will choose who will return to the High Moon pack to live among his collection of concubines. Mia, only 18 yrs old, never imagined that she would become of the object of the sadistic King's desires. Finding herself captured and enslaved in a foreign place, she must find a way to not only save herself but the women trapped in his dungeon. Will she free herself? Will she find her true mate in the most unlikely of places? Book 2: 18 years after the fall of the wicked King Godric and his witch, the children have come of age. Luna Mia has no idea what has come of the Red Witch’s promise to unleash three curses upon her family. The youngest - Aries, awkward and naive, navigates the challenges of teenage angst as the witch’s prophecy unfolds. Unbeknownst to her, she is the object of jealousy, lust, and desire… later betrayed and sent to the Shadows to die. Only her mate can break the blood curse. Can he save Aries in time?

In that little town on the island, there was one family more rich and powerful than the rest, the Dankworths. And Jana knew that all too well. She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from the other side of town. Her family were outcasts, nobodies, seen as part of the lowlifes. But even so, she had eyes only for Lawrence Dankworth, one of the Dankworth sons. He became the center of her universe, though she had to keep it a secret. If people ever found out about her ultimate crush on him, she would become the laughingstock of the town. Lawrence held nothing but hatred for her family. It even came to the point where he showed up at their home and ordered them to leave. She was too shocked to comprehend the hatred in his eyes, too stunned as their house burned under his command, before she could even pack what little they owned. They had no choice but to leave the island. But Jana carried the memory of that day deep in her heart. Years passed. And now, she has decided to return.

I never wanted wealth, power, or the responsibility that goes with it. Making a difference by fighting fires was my dream. That and a pretty girl to love at night. But life didn’t ask me. After struggling through the business world, I finally have a chance to return home to chase my dreams. The girl next door, my best friend’s little sister, was there waiting. And she's all grown up. But she’s not too thrilled to see me back. But I’ll change that. I can’t help but fight for what I know we could be, no matter what it costs me. When I finally start to melt her heart, life calls me back to the city, back to the grind thanks to tragedy. It’s her or my future, and I have no choice in the matter. My father’s company is my only legacy, or is it? A little life is growing inside of her, and that changes the game. My self sacrifice doesn't seem so damn important anymore. I might have been forced into becoming a billion dollar man, but I’ll always be a small town guy at heart. And that pretty girl that stole my heart all those years ago? She's gonna be mine. Like she always has been.

William Graham and Jasmine Spencer had been at odds since they were kids. But that year, fate played a trick on them—out of all the eligible matches in their circle, only the two of them were left. William swore he would rather die than marry Jasmine. That piqued her interest. She said, "Great. Then I guess I'm definitely marrying you. Go ahead and drop dead." On their wedding day, William humiliated her by releasing dozens of chickens at the ceremony. With a flat look, Jasmine picked one up and called it "Darling". Just like that, William lost all interest in the joke. He looked at the woman who insisted on marrying him and sneered. "You'll regret this." Three years into the marriage, Jasmine caught William cheating for the ninety-ninth time. It was only then that she finally understood— So this was the kind of regret William had meant.

Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul—and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace—and love—in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again. “Bella,” she whispered to her daughter, “did you forget Mommy’s birthday?” “Not now, Mommy. I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped.” The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being ‘the other woman’. Now, fate flipped the roles—and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more—or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back? This time—maybe for the last time—she won’t look back.

My mother was the president of a listed corporation, she was both rich and powerful. More importantly, she loved me more than anything in the world. Meanwhile, my father was a man who cheated on her. When he found out his mistress was pregnant with a girl, he beat her until she miscarried and ended up in prison. So when the judge publicly asked me to choose between my mother and my father, everyone assumed the custody battle was just a formality. That was until I walked past my mother's trembling, outstretched hand and firmly chose my father instead. Everyone was shocked into speechlessness. In my previous life, I had chosen my mother, the one who spoiled me rotten. She was the type to buy the whole bakery just because I casually mentioned I wanted their cake. When I complained it was too sunny, she immediately arranged for four helicopters to put up a sunshade cloth and shade me. She even deposited a hundred thousand dollars on my school meal card because she was worried I wasn't eating well. Even though she spoiled me like a true princess and paved the way for me through life, I don't want anything to do with her in this life.

The moment my sister brought Daniel home so the family could meet him was the day I knew I had to make him mine. He looked like he was written by a Latin God, six feet four, perfect for my height of five feet nine. He had jet black hair and he knew what he was doing when he wore that tight T shirt that hugged his muscles, sitting across from me on the dining table.

Two billionaires, one arranged marriage. What could it possibly lead to? Ego clashes? Competition? But all Emily ever received was silence. Except in the dead of the night. That's when she heard Jason's voice the most. His screaming voice. Jason Stag, New York's most eligible billionaire, was considered cold and strict. However, that's not how Emily knew him. After three years away from each other, fate brought them back together but Jason was the polar opposite of his old self. His cheerful and flirting persona was gone, leaving behind a cold shell. Emily intends to find out what led to such a drastic change but in the process, she finds herself falling for her cold and distant husband. Will she be able to save him from himself? Or will he drag her down with him?

Master Gao Qiang was one the most strongest fhter in China. He was really good at martial arts. Master Qiang also had some secret ss. Two of his students wanted to him to get the book of his secret ss. But master Qiang gave the book to his another student and told her to run away.

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would steal my biometric data that I literally rubbed the skin off all ten fingertips to make them unreadable. Even when my fingers were bleeding, I kept shouting that they were trying to steal my identity. I would rather climb over the school fence every day than cooperate. Every relative I had called me crazy. My parents were so fed up that they seriously considered having me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I did not care. I guarded my privacy with obsessive determination, gritting my teeth and holding my ground all the way up to the eve of the final exams. Then came the day before the exam. That afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Tracy Collins, walked into the classroom carrying a metal lockbox. A warm, motherly smile spread across her face as she set it down on the desk. "Everyone," she said, "to make sure nobody forgets their documents tomorrow, I'd like you to hand over your IDs and exam admission slips for safekeeping tonight." She patted the lockbox reassuringly. "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally return them to each of you outside the testing center. This way, there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong." The class was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. Some students even looked close to tears as they eagerly pulled out their documents and lined up to hand them over. Everyone except me. My hand clamped down over my pocket so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down my back. A sharp alarm bell was ringing in my head. Trying not to attract attention, I fished out a spare flip phone from my bag, ducked beneath my desk, and dialed emergency services. As soon as the call connected, I lowered my voice and spoke into the receiver. "Hello. I'd like to report a crime. My name is Charles. "I believe a teacher at St. Alden High is working with an identity-fraud ring and is planning a large-scale operation tonight involving examination fraud and identity theft."