Men Behind The Mask Novels & Stories

Also, since I wore a mask to Velvet Eclipse, my face wasn't known to many people. Moving into this cramped apartment building under a false identity was the only way to catch my breath while my men hunted down whoever ordered the hit. Not like I needed protection but I was the Don. I couldn't let something happen to me. My mind was still completely consumed by what happened in that alleyway. I was fascinated by the dangerous woman who had shattered my perfect silence. My men had spent the entire morning digging for information, and they finally brought me a name. Her name was Sable. The masked dancer who had saved my life and then vanished like a ghost.

And on the side, comments poured in: “Fuck, she’s dripping.” “Moan louder, slut.” “Who is she? Doesn’t matter look at that cunt.”* Hundreds of usernames, all watching. “Do you see now?” the masked man voice sounded in my ear. “You’re mine. And tonight, they get to enjoy you too.” You won’t be able to escape me I call the shots. I tried to cover myself with my arms, but it was useless. My body was already exposed to strangers across the world.

The massive double doors had swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a woman, poised and elegant, with an air of mystery that seemed to draw everyone in. She wore a long, flowing gown that shimmered under the chandeliers, hugging her curves and swaying with each step as she moved into the room. But what really caught my attention was the mask she wore. Unlike the others, which were ornate and colorful, hers was a deep, shadowy black, adorned with silver accents. It covered most of her face, leaving only her visible eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd as if searching for something, or someone.

Beck added. “Such a lucky. Goeff by the way, and this Von, Mar and the girls,” Addi nodded and accepted his hand. The petite Morena woman's hand wrapped around Beck's arm did not escape her sight, who was still staring at her deadly, she would have practically passed out. She said, sparingly, "Hi." She decided to perch on the car's hood and observe the gang members because they each have their own gimmick. The women were continually flirting while the males were drinking. She took hold of the mask. How long should she live behind this mask?

A woman stood in the center, giggling drunkenly as she unhooked her bra to the wild cheers of the men surrounding her. My wolf growled in revulsion. This wasn't a masquerade—it was a thinly veiled orgy, the masks merely providing the illusion of anonymity for actions they'd never admit to in daylight. "Alpha Blackwood?" A purring voice interrupted my thoughts. A woman in a silver cat mask and a dress cut so low it barely contained her ample cleavage pressed herself against my arm. "I've been waiting for someone like you all night." I stared down at her, letting my contempt show plainly.

Something about those garish panties told me that her dome had put those panties on her. I knew the pair inside couldnt see me or shadows of the people who walked by, but the man in there, in a mask that covered his entire head in black leather, looked in my direction. He moved to his sub; the small whip in his hands twitched along the womans breasts, and she stirred. Her head had hung down as if in capitulation until the brush of the leather against her nipples.

Now, seeing the girl he never managed to win reduced to this state, and the prodigy he could never surpass exposed as a pathetic loser, he couldn't hide his satisfaction. After a few drinks, even Finneas, who had once been known to be responsible and composed, began talking more freely. "If you ask me, women should stay home, support their husbands, and raise their children. Running all day only leads to trouble. In the end, they all get used and abandoned." "It sounds like you've been through quite a lot," someone said.

someone else called out. Light flooded the car interior and I squinted as my eyes adjusted. Eleven people stood around the vehicle and eight of them wore black masks that covered everything except their eyes. The other three let me see their faces and two of them were men with goatee beards that made them look like they belonged in some old western movie. The woman stood between them wearing a black dress that hugged her frame and sunglasses even though we were obviously somewhere indoors or covered. She carried herself like someone who gave orders and expected them to be followed without question. Late twenties maybe and pretty in the way that made men do stupid things without thinking twic

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.

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.