Novel & Cerita Men Behind The Mask

She hadn't been doing that unless it was at night and even then, she always wore a mask. Unlike the strip club where she had to keep her identity hidden, June went about her daily life without any mask so it was quite tasking to keep her swollen eyes hidden from the public view. Doctor Rachel had revealed to her the depth of her mum's illness and the surgery that she needed to undergo to ensure she didn't die "Helloo, excuse me, I said I'd like to buy some base balls, where can I find them?" June shook her head as she tried to concentrate on the woman that was already visibly upset.

“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.

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.

Saliha noticed on their first encounter that she is an alcoholic addict. She want to talk to Hunza but Roman's command was stopping her. She was still in disbelieve that he could be involved in these shady businesses. She was trying hard to take a breath but panic was all in her. Just then a man came in and announced. "Everyone is requested to wear these masks as it is masked-themed parties," he said. Her gaze fell on the identical masks in the tray, the man was holding. Everyone started putting masks on. The man walks towards her and she grabbed the mask from the tray.

Fucking Reese didn't mention it was a masked party. "Where are they?" "Heading towards Reese." My grip tightened subtly. "Description." "One has dark hair. The other’s hair is concealed beneath a hat. Both in black masks. Like half the women here. But not many has dark hair, so you know what to look for." My jaw ticked. The masks. An unforeseen complication. But not impossible. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back, letting the air of ease settle over me. Fine. If I couldn’t rely on sight alone, I’d use something more intimate.

Michael replied, forcing a polite smile. As they made their way to the event hall, Michael couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of a figure at the bar, a woman wearing a distinctive mask that covered the upper half of her face. She was strikingly beautiful, even with the mask. "Who's that?" Michael asked Imani, nodding towards the masked woman. "Oh, that's the famous masked model." Imani said with a grin. "She’s been making waves in the fashion industry. No one knows her true identity."

They all stared at her with keen interest, trying to scrutinize the identity of the woman hidden behind her mask. Several muscular, well-built men surrounded the hall, each bearing an expression of readiness to take her life if things went awry that night. Truth be told, Mask Princess could sense that their intention could also be of a darker nature - to die at the hands of the fierce princess whose identity they barely knew. A smirk formed on Mask Princess's lips at the thought, a subtle reflection of her confidence. "What are you smirking about?" The man at the head of the table asked, his voice deep and forceful.

“Welcome ladies.” A red-haired masked woman wearing a red leather jacket and skirt smiled at us and whispered some words to Anna. “She’ll be your guide. Good luck girls. I’ll see you later.” Anna walks out with a glass of champagne and goes to sit in the lap of one of the masked men. “Please come with me ladies.” The red-haired took us through a hallway and ushered us into a room. They were five men seated with their masks on. I couldn’t picture their faces but their brown, blonde, and dark raven hair and their expensive suits as they sat powerfully drinking wine.

I said. She grinned. "I know. I have witnessed how women treat you. It must be just awful." "I've never had to put much effort into getting what I want." Mani cocked her head in one direction. “ And you must put forth a lot of effort for me?” "Yes." "Do you..?" However, there was a huge noise followed by an explosion, so her query was never heard. I turned to face the restaurant's main entrance and noticed five men walking in while wearing black masks, which immediately put me on high alert.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?