Men Behind The Mask の小説・ストーリー

Her voice rose, cracking under the strain as she failed to keep her usual gentle composure. "You didn't? You'd better not have," James said, giving her a scrutinizing look. "Next time, accept bribes where there are no security cameras. Honestly, you're so stupid that it's downright painful. "Also, make up your mind. You can't be a saint and a manipulative shrew at the same time. Don't lose sight of who you're pretending to be. Saints don't go around snuggling into other people's boyfriends!" Kate quickly stepped away from Brandon, but he raised his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. "James, you're just a resident doctor. You have no right to criticize Kate."

She told him as she headed towards their room. "And I we would be getting rid of this mask as well." Edward blurted out and Andrea paused in her steps. "What do you mean exactly?" She didn't believe what her husband had just said. Wasn't he hiding his face from the world? Hasn't he always worn a mask? Why does he want to suddenly pull it off? Is it because of me? Won't be be in danger or something? Andrea put off changing out of her office clothes and went back to the kitchen.

His skin felt hot and tight, like it didn't fit him properly anymore. Ivan took another step forward, his dark eyes locked on Jason with an intensity that made his knees weak. Avalon moved from the other side, and Jason realized he was being cornered. They're going to reach me. They're going to figure out what I am. Just as Jason thought his secret would be exposed right there in front of everyone, the main doors to the hall burst open with a loud crash. A group of young women dressed in ceremonial blacks and silvers filed into the room. Jason had never been so grateful for anything in his entire life. The entrance caused murmurs to ripple throughout the hall as everyone turned to look at th

“You’ve felt it. In the cold. In the dark. In your dreams.” My throat tightens. “What are you talking about?” Ezra’s voice is ragged. “Aiden, go upstairs—now.” But I can’t move. Because the masked man steps closer, one quiet footfall after the next, until I can almost feel the heat of his breath. Ezra blocks him just in time. They stand chest to chest, two forces colliding without touching. “You can’t protect him from himself,” the masked man murmurs. Ezra stiffens. “I can protect him from you.”

The second stood quietly beside him with both hands behind his back. The third sat comfortably on a chair, saying nothing at all, yet somehow making it obvious he was the one everyone else answered to. Clara looked directly at the man wearing the mask. "I know that isn't my father's face." Her voice remained steady despite the pain pounding through her head. "Take it off. I want to see the face of the coward hiding behind someone else's." The masked man laughed. "I should be saying the same thing to you." He folded his arms. "Too bad you'll never get your real face back."

Just like neanderthals, they were searching for mere copulation in the forest. Their lust was not concealed at all. There were all kinds of masks and coats of different sizes in the dressing room. Basically, no one could recognize each other as long as one had their own masks on. "Hansen, are we also going to participate in this?" Liya looked at the people walking into the dressing room in groups of twos and threes. She was a little uneasy. She was very willing to participate in this romantic masquerade, but the premise was that she could choose Hansen amongst the crowd.

Apparently, the party was exclusively in black and white. Her body's beauty was exaggerated, and none dared to question why she was wearing red. The mask on her face hides her disgust from the people's stares. Before sitting down, she spots the man who bumped into her across from them. He was staring at her intensely. Once she noticed, he gave a small smirk, raising a glass of wine to her. To his surprise, she ignored him. Keisha sat down, her back facing the man. She heard laughing at the back but she completely ignored their presence.