Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

She probably tipped off the people outside, too; how else would they know I was there? Why would Alora doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to hurt her. My mind raced, trying to come up with a way out of this situation. Before I came up with any good ideas, the man said, “Interesting,” in a curious fashion. I turned to find him donning a mask that concealed the top half of his face. Then he approached me, and before I think to could react, grabbed my hand. The contact sent a shiver down my spine. I had never felt anything like it.

Another man, his voice laced with worry, added, “What if they find us? The lycan guards should be searching for her” The third man, more confident, reassured them, “No one will find us. They would think she is with Ethan and we left him unconscious, it’s unlikely he’ll be searching for her.” They seemed to be waiting for something, and my anxiety grew. After what felt like an eternity, a figure appeared, handing over a thick book. The masked men took it with reverence, as if it were the key to their success. The book was placed on a nearby table, and the men gathered around it, muttering incantations as they flipped through its pages. Their voices grew more intense, and I could feel a strang

Before I could crawl backward, a masked man stepped into the little pocket of space I’d been hiding in. ‎ ‎His mask was plain black. No design, no symbol just empty and cold. ‎ ‎“Come here,” he said, reaching again. ‎ ‎“No” I shoved myself back, but there was nowhere to go. My spine hit the wall. ‎ ‎He grabbed my wrist, rough and unbothered by my panic, and I tried to twist out of his grip. “Let me go!” ‎ ‎“Quiet,” he snapped. ‎ ‎“Vivienne!”

Masked man's questions throw me off guard because it never crossed my mind that he would ask such. What is he trying to do? Make me look like a fool in front of all these people? But a snort escapes from my nostrils because he seems way too bold and challenging. I can sense my beta frowning from my side, clearly upset by the questions of the masked man, turned winner. "You're yet to respond, Alpha Calhoun," Masked man seems rather eager to get my response. "No one has ever defeated me before," I make this known to him, something which isn't even a lie.

fuck, six? “Come here. I'll tip you. A man spoke, wearing a golden antelope mask; a fit, blonde-haired man had a slight setting of a normal mask on. In his palms was a tray of fruits he crawled towards the man who had spoken. The hooded, masked man ripped off the band on his stack of cash, tucked lots of hundred-dollar bills into the servers mask, and I watched in fucking disbelief as the man turned his plugged ass towards him

he said. Just as we exited onto the street, I banded an arm around Mani’s waist to keep her by my side. We turned down the long street, and as we did, two men advanced on us. Luca took one, and I had no choice but to let Mani go, to deal with the other man. I pushed Mani behind a dumpster, hoping it would provide her with enough coverage. Slamming My fist against the masked man’s face, I took him down by surprise, and while he was trying to regain his balance, I was able to tear the mask from him, getting a better look at his face, and I didn’t recognize the scarred man.

His forehead on our hands and my hand on his head and the bond full and warm between us and the sun moving across the steps. When he lifted his head his eyes were red and wet and clear and the gold was soft and Ruin was settled and he looked at me and I looked at him and the silence between us was clean and open and still in a way it had never been before. I reached behind me and pulled the mask out of my pack and held it in my hands. The leather was worn and cracked and the ash binding was fading and the smoke was thin and old. "This mask saved my life," I said. "The Masked Demon. The woman who walked into plague camps and pulled rogues out of caves and slept in the dirt and never cried."

“Do you all know how hard is it to survive in this world being innocent and vulnerable? People give me a lot of problems, made fun of me, don’t even think of me as a human being. Even though I had Caleb by my side, my life was miserable. I can’t live like that and I don’t want to. I just want to change myself. I want to have revenge on everyone who ruined my life. And Becca is in the first person on the list. I didn’t get any opportunities until I got involved in the fire accident. I thought I would be dead in seconds. But I got saved by the man who worked for Masked man. He’s not Bill. He helped me out without getting anyone’s attention. Everyone thought I’m dead and I let them think like t

The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."

He had finally found a friend and now he would never see her again? The ringing of the phone startled him and he franctically looked at his screen and saw Ruby’s name on it. “Meet at 9?” -------------------------------------------------------- The alley behind the bar reeked of spilled beer and old cigarettes. A flickering streetlamp overhead buzzed like it was barely holding on. Trash bins lined the brick wall, and the back door to the bar thudded every few minutes as someone staggered out for a smoke. She was waiting there, half in shadow, her face covered by the mask she wore like a second skin. But tonight, it didn’t shimmer. It didn’t tease. It just… concealed.