Novel & Cerita Men Behind The Mask

This reason made Madam Ganeia convinced that the Krysts were indeed a different level of a warrior. Now, the arrival of the two maidens. Everyone was pretending to not know who Vivien was, but quite a few of the older members of the team recognized her and her friend, Marjien Zung. The mask that Vivien wore was a give away. It was a mask known by the villages, saying that they were being protected by a masked lady in white and her golden haired sidekick. Those eyes, though. He wasn't going to forget them anytime soon. So warm and startled and beautiful… but it was full of grief and fear.

They were practically running a breeding camp. “And these... these men?” I managed to choke out, dropping my hand. “What do they look like?” “They wore masks. All of them. Iron plates over their faces,” she said, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall the details. “But they have a distinct red ribbon tied around the cuffs of their gloves.” I gave a tight, grim nod. Red ribbons. I'd find them, and I'd tear their throats out myself. “Do you know how many of you are down here?”

After all, it's a physical job, all night long. I turned on my phone and gently extended my arm toward the face of the person next to me. My fingers fully touch MK's mask, and as I slowly unmask, MK's face is gradually exposed in front of me. At this moment, I am very nervous. I urgently want to know, is MK really Galvin? When I touch MK's mysterious mask between my fingers, the whole heart almost nervous jump out. Plop, plop. In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat.

"L-Let me go!" Even if I'm drunk, I still tried to fight. Pero gano'n na lang ang dagundong ng puso ko nang magsilputan ang tatlo pang lalaki, dahilan para mas lalo ang magulat. They're faces are covered with masks, making them unrecognizable. Umiling-iling ako at pilit na kumawala kahit pa nang isakay nila sa van. "She said let her go."

Mickelson was now sounding convincing to everyone as they had all started giving me some kind of doubtful glances. "There is a woman with a mask and there is a woman with a veil," the little girl broke the silence that was about to ensue with her first statement. "The woman with the mask is different. The one with the veil is different." "What do you see, Seer?" Alpha Jake asked with politeness. "The woman with the mask is not the one under the veil. The one under the veil is disguised as the one with the mask." She suddenly stopped, without saying anything anymore. "So who is the one under the veil?" I asked while everyone stared at me with astonishment.

Plush velvet chairs were positioned in tiered semicircles around a central platform where a scene was already unfolding. A couple writhed together on a large bed; their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The woman straddled the man, her back arched as she moved with deliberate slowness, savoring each motion. They wore matching black masks that covered the upper halves of their faces, but nothing else concealed their bodies. Holy hell. Around them, perhaps a dozen masked observers sat in rapt attention. Some watched in contemplative silence while others whispered to companions beside them. One woman traced patterns on her partner's thigh as they observed together.

“ only did that to make them shut up. I know they won't give up, especially Mayell.” “That's true! They really insist. Maybe Mayell did something stupid, that's why those two are pushing so hard to convince your husband. But sorry for them! The wife came to the rescue. And hey! You should fight for yourself, bestie. They're belittling you as Alice Mendez just because you're wearing a mask. And now that you've revealed your face and they know you, are they surprised? Can't say anything? They never thought that behind your mask, there's a beautiful woman.”

“What exactly is going on? We can’t keep delaying our plan.” The Masked Man looked at the scientists. “Leave us.” They nodded and hurried out of the room. “We’re working on it.” The Masked Man said, turning his back on the figure. “There is no need to get so worked up.” The Veiled Figure’s hands tightened. “How dare you speak to me like that?” Before the Masked Man could turn around, the Veiled Figure reached forward and grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. Their faces were now inches apart.

Well, they're pretty much like the heirs. "Welcome back, Midnight, and it's been a while. You too, Zithea, you're always here in the headquarters, yet for some reason, I don't see you around," Vera said to them. "Humph, I'm not interested in being here," Midnight said coldly while Zithea was laughing silently. "I'm busy, Vera. Now leave Midnight alone. You know how much annoyed he already is," Dr. Zithea said to her. Vera shook her head, let us all in, and made them sit on the sofa while I went to my chair.

“No one will recognize us, hence the disguise.” I arched a brow. “So… the only two men in masks? Real subtle.” He winked behind his mask. “You’ll see.” I rolled my eyes but followed him. The bouncers stepped aside immediately when Draven flashed his ownership card. Inside, I realized the logic. Nearly all the men wore half-face masks, just like ours, a discreet code that allowed the city’s elite to blend in and let loose. The women, however, wore no masks. They danced without shame or shyness, weaving between guests, tempting, seducing, and entertaining. A well-orchestrated illusion of anonymity and power.