Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

"Perhaps it was just wishful thinking from the start, like some ignorant village hick thinking that a lottery ticket would make him the richest man in the world. But there's just no comparison… if only I'd just restrain myself and stick to spending my winnings, then this wouldn't happen at all." Frank smiled and nodded. "You're right. It's such a shame that you had to run into me… Come on, give it to me, and you'll have your wish." Masked Man then took off his mask and threw it to Frank. As Frank took it, he turned back toward the other man to see that it was still a void under the mask. But curiously, a strange sea of stars seem to shine within that void. "You have the support of the best s

However, he still had Aunt Rockefeller as his trump card. It was stupid to surrender now, just because of what the masked man had said. While running, he asked, “How do you know that I have the Holy Book? If you tell me your identity, I will consider it!” The masked man said, “Look, I’m wearing a mask just because I don’t want to tell you who I am! Don’t ask these sort of questions, if you really know who I am, then you really won’t be able to live.”

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

Just when I figured my plan had failed, I heard the familiar sound of a whistle. I shot up from the bed and quickly switched on both lights in the bedroom. The masked man entered, and I stubbornly turned my back to him, pretending to be upset. "Are you mad?" His body, hot as ever, pressed against me from behind, and he took my cold hand, warming it gently in his own. “I’ve been busy lately. That’s why I haven’t come to see you,” he said. I wasn’t even sure why I felt angry or why he felt the need to explain himself. It was all so ridiculous. He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me.

As Tommaso steps out of the wardrobe with a smile, I get a strange feeling in my stomach. Just keep calm. Taking a deep breath, I concentrate back on my book. But the ink on the off-white paper pages seem to melt into a blur as I sense the bed dip. Tommaso sits beside me, leaning on the headboard as well, and looks into the book. “What is it about?” “Some murderer doing some crazy rituals with his victims. Like something as a tribute to the Nordic Gods.” He chuckles, and my stomach turns, “Sounds interesting.” Oh, God. What does he want?

He wiped his fingers with a tissue and sanitized it with alcohol. Matangkad siya at maputi. Itim na itim ang buhok nito at may bangs kaya natatakpan ang kalahati sa kaniyang mga mata. Madilim ang kaniyang mga mata ngunit maganda naman ang pakikitungo niya sa akin kaya hiya lamang ang nararamdaman ko at hindi takot. He came back with an ice cream on his hand. Kulay pink iyon. Pinapalibutan ng tissue ang apa para sa hawakan. Inilahad niya iyon sa akin, tinanggap ko sa nanginginig na kamay.

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

He dropped to his feet before landing face down. I don’t think I would forget the look he had on his face when he dropped face down. The one he managed to throw in my direction before dropping dead as I presumed. I look up to see a man dressed in local animal skin clothing that covered just his region areas and was on his head like a crown or so. He had a shotgun in his hold and was pointing it at me which made my blood rush up to my head and made me light-headed. ‘Now is not the time to feel light-headed girl, you are faced with war and need to stand your ground.’ I encouraged myself then blinked several times to keep my brain active and alert.

Its face was covered by a featureless white mask. No eyes. No mouth. Only one sentence written across the mask in black ink. STORY DENIED. The room fell completely silent. The masked figure slowly raised one hand. Every blank page inside the First Study ignited with pale blue fire. The White Book screamed. Not with words. With every forgotten story it had ever protected. The masked figure finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a library closing forever. "Return the Final Reader..." "...or every unwritten world will be erased." The boy quietly stepped in front of Adrian.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"