Michael Afton Bear Mask Novels & Stories

At a corner beside the bed was the warthog mask. I shook visibly, turning to face Zara as I point to the mask. “Wha—” POW! A hard baseball bat hit my face. I saw darkness.

“Do you remember anything? Who did this?” He shook his head slowly. “Didn’t see their face. They were fast and professional.” Greg pulled something from the attacker’s body and tossed it to the floor between us. A mask. Black. Worn leather. “We got one of them,” he said. “And you’re gonna want to see who it is.” My stomach turned. Michael bent down, yanked the hood off the corpse. The man’s face rolled to the side. Colton. I recoiled, breath catching in my throat. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

Sir's voice, commanding yet warm, promising pleasure while maintaining absolute control. Honey opened the door to find him standing by the window, his back to her, broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim lighting. He wore black trousers and a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his mask already in place. "Red," he said without turning. "Close the door. Lock it."

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Jonathan could pretend nothing had happened, living with one arm around each woman, but I would never let him have his way. … When Jonathan came to get me the next morning, he was holding a mask. "I know you care about how you look. The doctor won't be here for a few more days, so use this for now." He adjusted it carefully, his expression tender, as if the scar had nothing to do with him. The mask covered the scar perfectly. He ruffled my hair lightly. "Nat, you're still so beautiful."

May voiced out, her real intentions revealed and she smiled victoriously while keeping an innocent face so her father won't find anything off. “That's a right decision, I'm gonna speak with him," he supported as he head down the hall, going towards Lucien Who doesn't know Lucien, a handicapped masked mysterious man, his ABO identity is unknown as well as his face, one couldn't guess how many years he is neither do people know anything about him, “Lucien Von Nightshade. “Just like that you are sold off, I pray you find happiness in your new home so as your mad mother," May provoked, her expression and attitude nasty and arrogant.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

I said and handed him a paper " OGUN" " okay nong you can come back later," he said We went to the nearest bookstore while waiting for the bracelet. We are walking happily when my phone rang. " Off ill just answer this okay" I excused myself " okay go ahead," he said and sat on the bench near us I took a deep breath before answering the call " Hello?" " uhhmm Mr Atthaphan you only have 1 hour and 15 minutes to enjoy this moment okay," His father said

These are reserved only for our little rag-tag group. When Carson was little his favorite cartoon has something to do with bears, so he just gave me the nickname Moon Bear and called himself Sun Bear. Lachlan became Lock Bear, then Jase became Earth Bear, Arson became Air Bear, and Ransom became Death Bear. Weston came along after Carson's death so I deemed him West Bear.