Men Behind The Mask Novels & Stories

The women’s earrings, rings, and necklace and bracelet all together shone brightly as the reflection of the lights met with their gold jewelleries. Anyone who took a glimpse inside the room would Immediately know that this was a gathering of the most influential rich and powerful people. And of course, this being a mask party, each one of them wore a face mask covering some part of their faces and few wore masks that covered every corner of their faces, either female or male, Adding more mystery to the already mysterious people inside the room. Walking inside with her hand on Mr. Evidence, there was the scene that Rose was presented with and her eyes were as wide as saucers and her jaw dropp

The moment it touched her hands, a deep sense of unease flashed across her face. "Where is she?" "Leena!" "Leena!" Several voices called out behind her. A group of young girls crowded into view. They were all under 20. The youngest looked barely 12. Every one of them was skinny, dark-skinned from sun and dirt, and dressed in deliberately shabby clothes, clearly trying to make themselves less noticeable. They gathered behind Leena, staring warily at Hayley's green mask. In Ark Two, masks meant power. They meant someone important.

she heard and immediately stood at alert. At her right side, she saw a lot of women standing behind a man who sat on an expensive chair. The women were all clad in leather jackets and pants with at least a gun in a person's hand while the boss didn't bother himself with that. “I love your punctuality, have I ever told you that?” The man continued. Venita knew that was the boss that she wanted to meet but she couldn't see his face because he was using a face mask, the kind of fancy mask you use at a mask party.

All the questions attack me. All day, which is why I hide from my brothers. I can't deal with them today. I make my way to the club, picking up the mask I sit down. Sometimes they do masked events, which means no one knows who is bidding. Either way, I plan to save a woman today. Give her a lifeline, a career away from selling her body. I know the women who are happy and want to do it. I don't even pay attention to them. My eyes settle on a woman, she looks like she never does this. Clearly, a sign it is a last resort, so maybe someone I can save?

For a moment, I stood there, rooted. Then curiosity, or maybe disbelief, pulled me forward. I went upstairs, the first room I peeked into made my stomach twist. A masked man reclined in a velvet chair, watching two women, a younger and older one, were having sex on the bed. He didn’t touch them, only watched, his breath syncing with their rhythm as he jerked. In the next room, it was worse. A woman knelt before a mirror, painting her body in gold while men chanted her name. The air smelled of incense, sweat, and something feral.

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

Long Chen swallowed the voice-changing Pill and tried to match the masked man's voice, only then did he walk to the door and open the door. "Okay, let's go." Said Long Chen, who had changed his voice. "Sir, what about the woman from before?" Asked one of the men in black. "Dead!" Answered the masked man in a cold voice. "What?" Both of them were shocked. And wanted to ask the reason why the woman was dead, but when they saw the terrifying gaze of the masked man, made the two of them dare not ask any further.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Diego took it as consent, crossing the room to draw open a curtain that revealed a one-way mirror. On the other side, strippers moved like living art—bodies twining around poles with practiced grace. “That’s Natasha,” Diego pointed out, nodding toward a dancer in a violet mask. Alexander rose from his seat, drink in hand, and stepped closer to the glass. His fingers traced the outline of the woman’s figure through the mirror. She swayed with hypnotic rhythm, every motion deliberate, as though she sensed unseen eyes on her.