Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

The man ordered. " And Klaus, don't come back if you don't find her." The man warned. With a bow, Klaus left the róom. His sister, Lena, who had been silent all the time walked towards the masked man, slowly massaging his shoulders. " Luther, do you suspect that the two people are one and the same person?" Lena asked and the masked man nodded. " There's no other explanation as to why she could get her hands on that book unless the two are related." The man agreed.

“I didn't expect that you have been pretending all this while. Prince Norviel, you have hidden for so long. Not anymore..." Before the masked man can complete his words, he extends his hands and removes the mask on Norviel’s face. In the next second, he froze. Augustus' expected' face somehow wasn’t the face under the mask. Rather, it was the face of a nerd. A nerd who had a soft face, which was a contrast to his muscular body. The nerd trembled, and he stared at them warily, almost bursting into tears. “Who are you?” . . .

The masked man signalled his man for something. "I am really curious about one thing though. I hope you clarify my dought" The masked man said. "You claim to love Miss Anna but you had this child with Renee " "That none of your business, just tell me what you want, let settle the matter" The masked man scoffed. "You have become a Manwhore " "Who are you?" "You will know soon" One of the men came back with some papers. The masked man took those papers in his hand throw them in the cage.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

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.

“We’ve neutralized your followers and disrupted your plans. There’s nowhere left for you to run.” “Oh, there are always places to run,” the mask man replied, his eyes glinting behind the mask. “And new plans to make.” Without warning, he pressed a hidden button on the underside of his desk. The walls began to shift, revealing a secret passage behind him. He took a step back, moving towards the opening. “Until we meet again,” he said, his tone mocking. “Next time, I’ll be ready.” Ram and Nand lunged forward, but the passage sealed shut before they could reach him. They exchanged a frustrated glance, knowing that their adversary had slipped through their fingers once again.

He extended his hand as though inviting them to turn around and look at the man with him. Both Cornelius and Baldwin turned around aggressively but their feet paused, and jaw dropped as they saw the face under the mask. The man with mask was waiting patiently for his moment as he placed his hand on the mask, without taking it off, watching the two madmen as they rushed to question Caleb with a faint smile.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

He handed the remote to his trusted lackey. Danial met Victor's gaze with unwavering determination, his expression unreadable behind the mask that obscured his features. He stood tall and composed, a silent sentinel prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.