Novel & Cerita Man Behind The Mask Book

(POV: BRIANNA) The man pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to his fingertips in the dimness of that dark room. Booth seven felt like a studio entirely isolated from the rest of the world. The crimson illumination cast massive shadows across the velvet walls. I could barely make out his features. He wore a heavy black mask that covered almost his entire face. However, as he moved, the light caught his perfectly aligned, stark white teeth—a dangerous contrast to the darkness enveloping him.

The folder followed with a thud onto the seat beside him. From the mirror, Josiah saw him lean back, eyes closed, fingertips pressing into his temples. The air between them grew thick. Even Alexander Gracias, it seemed, couldn’t control everything.

They looked completely lost in each other, as if the rest of the world did not exist. The pain hit me so hard I couldn’t breathe. I turned quickly, desperate to get away before they noticed me. My vision blurred with tears as I hurried down the hallway. I collided straight into a tall, solid chest. Strong hands caught my arms to steady me. “Careful,” a deep voice said. I looked up. The man was wearing a simple but elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with natural confidence. Even without seeing his full face, something about him felt dangerously magnetic.

The boys exchanged nervous glances, and then quickly dispersed, disappearing into the crowd. The man turned to Sarah, his gaze piercing. And then he walks away, leaving her confused. Sarah stood there, frozen in confusion, as the man with the mask walked away without another word. She tried to process what had just happened, but her mind was a jumble of questions. Who was this mysterious man? Why did he keep saving her? And why did he wear a mask to conceal his identity? ******************************

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

A tall man walked in he wore long blue and silver robes, his face was covered by a smooth silver mask there was no mouth or nose, just two dark eye slits In his hands was a tray with hot soup and a glass of water. "You shouldn’t stand too fast, Lady Sarah," the man said. His voice was soft and metallic through the mask. "The sleeping drug was mild, but it makes you tired." Sarah didn’t touch the food, she stared at him "It you again?" Sarah said "Did Silas send you? Or did Christopher hire you?" The masked man put the tray on the table and stepped back, bowing slightly "I work for neither the Council nor Christopher," he said. "Silas is a fool who burns villages, christopher is a lost boy in

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

So I shook my head and kept my hands clasped together. "I can get you a drink from the bar if you want," he continued, leaning closer as his smoky breath hit my nose. He had his hands stretched towards my face, and I realized he was trying to tuck my braid. But before either I or Robyn could react, a feral growl tore through the diner, and I found myself looking at a man. A man so big and large that I felt so tiny before him. And he was holding a mask. Same mask my date wore in his picture. By the time I raised my eyes to his, slowly taking in the recognition, my heart clashed loudly against my ribcage, but the words that left his mouth as he gripped Bukar's outstretched hand in his made my

It was now that he realized that the boy was playing with him all along. “I know what you want to ask. Why didn’t I kill you sooner?” Mane’s expression was solemn. The smile on his face was no longer there. He reached towards the man’s cloth mask and pulled it off, finally seeing the face that was hidden underneath. He tied the cloth mask around his injured hand to stop the bleeding. “It’s because I acknowledged you,” Mane gave a genuine smile and said.

' Just as he was thinking, and running for his life frantically, a sinister voice rang in his ear, "I remember who you are now. It seems like that idiot wasn’t lying. You put on the mask because you recognized me! Didn’t you die in the Cliff of Sorrows? How did you get into the Secret Place for Resources?" The masked man's words chilled Fane’s heart even more. He really did recognize him which was the worst situation ever! He was sure that the masked man would not let him go so easily now that he had recognized him. After all, for so many years, no one had been able to walk out of the Cliff of Sorrows, and those who could must be hiding some sort of secret.