Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

Panic and fear swept through the wedding attendees, who cowered in their seats, trapped within the confines of this once-celebratory space. My heart raced, and instinct took over as I assessed the situation. With each passing second, the safety of my loved ones hung on the balance. In that harrowing moment, I knew I had to act swiftly. One man in a mask, his eyes filled with a cold determination, forcefully seized Madame Beatrice, striking her head with a force that sent her into unconsciousness. The sight struck me like a blow, fueling my urgency to protect my mother from further harm. Without a second thought, I sprinted towards the commotion, desperate to reach Madame Beatrice's side. Adr

Mother was running infront us, her feet carrying her faster than mine were. She took a turn then stopped, causing Havoc and I to slam in to her. Havoc steadied me with my arm before he pushed me behind him. There, a few feet away from us, stood three men. Two of them looked identical, but the one standing between them was dangerously different. Mother's breath caught in her throat when the man smirked. "Havoc, take your sister." She whispered without taking her eyes off of the three men. All three were drenched in blood but it was not their own.

I asked Man Number Three. “Use me,” he said. “Fuck me.” I started to remove the mask. “No,” Man Number Three said. “Leave the mask on.” His voice was familiar to me, but I couldn’t place him. Did I know him? I felt a Woman Of The Houseent of terror at the idea of someone from my everyday life knowing my secret. I stood by the bed, unsure of what I wanted. My tigress decided. I climbed onto the bed, straddled his chest, and thrust my tits in his face.

I turned— And saw her. My mother. She stood barefoot by the fireplace, her body bruised, one side of her face swollen. Her hands trembled as she held a broken shard of glass. Her wedding gown was torn, soaked in blood. She wasn’t alone. Across the room stood a tall, robed figure. Its face was hidden behind a bone mask, and on its head rested a crown made from what looked like jawbones—small ones. Child-sized. “You can’t take her,” my mother said, voice raw. “She’s not going to suffer like I did.”

Ark Three had five people left, three men and two women. Ark Two had only Ruth. Ark One had Nathaniel. And then there were Hayley, Griffin, and 16 perfectly healthy dogs. They strolled up without a scratch. Ruth had already entered the wrong code twice. Ding! [Password incorrect.] "You did this on purpose!" the white mask man roared, completely losing control. "You're trying to get us killed!" He grabbed Ruth by the throat from behind. "I'm the director of Ark Three! You knew I was here! You planned this!"

the masked man said and turned to look at the little girl whose mouth had been covered by another masked man being forced to watch all that was happening. Tears flowed down her face as the white dress her mother was wearing was soaked in blood. Her father's clothes were no different as his shirt had stains of blood all over. "What do you want?" the little girl's father asked. "Finally, your senses came back," said the third masked man who was sitting with his legs crossed relaxing on a single-chair sofa.

Frowning, I asked, "who is it?" "It's the store staff member. Please, I have to show you something." A female voice called. "It's a dressing room. Be patient!" Mom snapped. "Open up!" She hit her fist against the door. "Now!" "Who's this crazy wench?!" Mom grunted and walked up to the door, unlocking it. Immediately she did, the door was kicked open, causing Mom to fall, and a few masked people ran in, surrounding us. "What the hell? Mom, are you okay?" I crouched beside her.

I let out a groan of frustration as I struggled to get up and my eyes widened when I saw a bunch of men surrounding the place. A lady was sitting on the chair like a queen, but she was wearing a mask, and I couldn't see her face. “Let my mom go!” I grunted as I got up and two men suddenly took my hands to stop me from moving. My eyes met my mom's and she was smiling at me. She had never smiled at me for so long…