Men Behind The Mask Novels & Stories

“I can protect him from you.” The masked man’s head shifts, just a little. “I’m not the one he should fear.” Ezra doesn’t flinch. “Take one more step toward him and I’ll rip that mask off your face.” A strange silence follows. Then the masked man whispers: “If you do… he’ll see the truth.” Ezra lunges. The masked man moves faster, retreating toward the front door, footsteps silent. The door opens by itself, wind rushing in. He steps backward into the darkness outside.

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."

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.

“If your sister knows what kind of a man he is, why hasn’t she divorced him?” “Who knows? There’s probably something wrong with her brain!” The group of people left. After finding out that Mask was someone from the government, whose identity was bound by the principle of secrecy, Beatrice’s feelings for him only became even more irrevocable. She began to imagine Mask as a hero who protected his country, a military god during battles. She fantasized about the day he would come to her in a shining armor after defeating his enemies in a flame-filled battle. When the time came, he would make her his wife and treat her with love and affection.

“Do you all know how hard is it to survive in this world being innocent and vulnerable? People give me a lot of problems, made fun of me, don’t even think of me as a human being. Even though I had Caleb by my side, my life was miserable. I can’t live like that and I don’t want to. I just want to change myself. I want to have revenge on everyone who ruined my life. And Becca is in the first person on the list. I didn’t get any opportunities until I got involved in the fire accident. I thought I would be dead in seconds. But I got saved by the man who worked for Masked man. He’s not Bill. He helped me out without getting anyone’s attention. Everyone thought I’m dead and I let them think like t

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

It looks like the party started hours ago, it's mainly dancing going on now. No one here is masked, only two of us and upon careful analysis of the girls here, we are the sexiest. Masks are used by girls that are considered to be more of prostitutes, they wear masks so that no matter what they do, even if they take off their clothes and walk naked, no one would recognize them. Of course, there have been many cases in parties where masked ladies get drunk, strip naked and men get to have sex with them in public, before everyone. I hope that as I'm going this way, I'll attract most of the men, especially Aiden, who is the main reason I'm here but this place is so vast, you can hardly trace som

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

But beneath the surface, an undercurrent of secrecy and hidden agendas permeated the air. I caught glimpses of masked individuals, their identities concealed behind elegant masquerade masks. They moved with an air of confidence, their eyes gleaming with knowledge and power. It was clear that this was no ordinary gathering. As the evening progressed, we were approached by a woman in a striking black gown, her face hidden behind an intricately designed mask. Her voice dripped with intrigue as she spoke, her words carefully chosen to pique our curiosity. "Adrian, Ava," she said, her voice a velvet whisper. "I have been watching you, admiring your strength and determination. I believe you posses