Men Behind The Mask Novels & Stories

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."

The man at the head of the table asked, his voice deep and forceful. "No matter how thick your mask is, I already know who you are," Mask Princess replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stood tall, her arms crossed and her head held high, her unbroken spirit illuminated her eyes. The masked figures exchanged quick yet cautious glances as they conversed with each other in low whispers. “I don’t know why she brought you here, but I want you to introduce yourself,” the leader said firmly. Mask Princess knew that the masked leader was referring to her mother. She was fully aware that the night's events could prove dangerous, and yet she knew that it was necessary to protect her mother.

“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?

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