Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

The man stiffened, his eyes flicking to me with something that looked like regret. I stared between them. “What is going on?” I demanded. “Why did he call me that?” The masked man exhaled sharply. “It was a mistake.” “That didn’t sound like a mistake.” “He shouldn’t have said it,” the masked man replied. “Please ignore it.” “I can’t ignore that,” I said. “You don’t call strangers that.” The masked man’s voice cracked slightly. “Please,” he said. “Help me. If you uncover the truth, everything ends. I will owe you more than I can ever repay.”

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

The man in the mask. Because something was waiting for me there— And this time, I wasn’t running. This time, I needed answers.

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

He squeezed her hand harder. “Damien, you’re literally a grown man!” Isla stared at him, stunned. There was no mischief in his voice, no sarcasm. He meant every word. He was really frightened. “Let go. The masked man is gone.” she said. “You’re not lying?” “I’m serious.” He opened one eye to confirm, the screen looked harmless. He sighed and opened both eyes. Then the masked man reappeared, holding a human heart in his arm. “Hell no.” Damien shrank again, closing his eyes and sinking into himself like he wished the seat could swallow him whole.

He landed between Dominic and the masked man, his combat knife glinting in the moonlight. "You're late, brother," Killian spat, his gaze flickering to me for a split second—a look of such intense, terrifying longing it made me shiver. "I told you... I’m the one who collects the debt." Three monsters. One room. And I was the only thing standing between them and the secret that could topple the world. I reached for the laptop, but the masked man kicked it across the floor. "Enough!" the masked man shouted, ripping off his mask.

Valeria was a little scared and muttered, "What kind of scam is this? How lame!" There was no sign of anyone. She coughed and asked, "Anybody... here?" A noise came from behind. Valeria turned around and saw that a man was standing behind her and he was wearing a mask. Valeria was shocked that a man in a mask appeared out of nowhere and she asked, "You... Why are you wearing a mask?" The man did not speak. He reached out and took Valeria's hand. However, Valeria slapped his hand away, "What are you doing?"

"You can take all of it." The white mask man approaches. He's naked now – hard, thick, stroking himself. He stands beside us and the gold mask woman reaches for him without taking her other hand off my clit – wraps her fingers around his cock and strokes while her mouth stays on my tit and her fingers stay on my clit and the man behind me keeps pounding into my pussy. "Open your mouth," the white mask man says as he positions himself in front of me.

My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods. A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a sh