Michael Myers Without Mask Novels & Stories

“Without your mask. It’s in the department group chat. Everyone has seen it.” My heart stopped, air left my lungs.

“Good.” We continue moving. His lead is smooth, almost too smooth, keeping me close while the slow music turns us in measured circles. I keep stealing glances at Evander and Kenna. Their heads are inclined toward each other. The soft look on Evander’s face makes my stomach tighten further. Michael’s voice drops. “Why are you even wearing a mask? Look around. You’re the only one still hiding.” “It’s part of my attire.” I quickly blow out another lie. “It makes no sense. Pull it off.”

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The first thing he did was give me a clinch before he went around to have a look at all the damage. " Do you know who it was?" Of course I knew who it was, I'd honor those blue eyes anywhere. I shook my head as I carried on recalling the white carpet in the living room trying to get the slush stains out of it." No, he was wearing a mask." " Please tell me you saw that from hence." I shook my head again at this as I continued recalling." Nope, it was over near." The room fell silent for a moment before Michael spoke again." Did you get hurt?"

And those hair on your chest and legs… damn, absolutely sensational. Michael's life had turned into a nightmare. If he was not hiding at his company, he was locked up at home. Going out in public was a disaster—he had to stay fully disguised, making sure not a single inch of his face was exposed. The moment people recognized him, phones came out, cameras flashed, and strangers started whispering and pointing. The worst part? Those outspoken middle-aged women and elderly folks who hated public indecency had no sense of boundaries. They would outright scream at him in public, calling him disgusting, perverted, shameless, and downright filthy.

I added and he nodded in understanding. “Michael was not at the Alpha’s summit. He never went and no one stood in for him, and…” “And?” I butted in again, shaking my head when Klaus chuckled. “Someone’s impatient today.” He said and I smiled. “Well, someone sighted him around my warehouse that same day driving a truck out of the area. We have CCTV capturing of the moment he drove out of the area clad in shady-looking clothes.” He supplied and I gasped. Just then, he pulled out his phone to show me a video of Michael driving a white and blue truck. He had worn a face cap and dressed in a large blue overalls, probably in a desperate attempt to disguise himself but it was futile. We all could c

It wouldn’t have worked if Brianna was the one to pretend as the bodyguard. “It’s the silicon mask this idiot was wearing to make us believe Mr. and Mrs. Michaelsons were being securely kept safe by your grandpa’s hired private security. The three of them wear this kind of mask. And we can only hope the real people with these faces are safe somewhere else as we speak.”

Then the door swung open and daylight crashed into the van so strong that I had to shut my eyes for a second. Boots hit the floor of the van as two men climbed in, both in black masks, their shoulders wide and their movements steady. One of them grabbed Michael by the collar and dragged him like he weighed nothing, pulling him out onto the ground. Michael shouted, his voice high and broken. “Clara, you see, you see, I told you—” His words cut off when they hit him hard with something metal. I shouted before I could stop myself. “Leave him!”