Romans & histoires Mother 3 Masked Man

She sighed and nodded quietly, I gave her a tight hug before heading out. "Mom, I'm leaving" I said to mom as I left. I'll inform Wymond about this, he might have an idea what those creatures are. ★★★★★ Third person's point of view. (Outside evergreen pack _ the masked man's cave) Drake glared at the masked man who's laughing annoyingly loud beside him, he balled his fist and clenched his jaw. "It was a success! It was a success!" the masked man shouted. "You didn't tell me your experiment involved hurting my pack members!" he growled at the masked man.

We were forced to kneel in front of a man who had a mask on… "Who would've thought Cristian Cattaneo would let his guard down?" The masked man spoke shaking his head "Who are you and what do you want?" My dad asked bitterly, I was shivering beside my mother. "To end you for good" the masked man answered. "Now let's make this fun" he aggressively dragged me and forced a gun into my hand. He held my hand and aimed at my father "shoot him" he ordered me "I can't" I cried bitterly

"Please Joan, let's settle this amicably. Marriage is hard, I know. But things will get better. This is a minor issue we can solve without going to the extremes. Listen to me, Joan. I am your mother." There was only one person Joan couldn't bear to see heartbroken. That person was her mother. She would have given in to her mother's plea, but recalling how twisted her situation was at the moment, she became confused as hell. In the heat of the moment, three knocks hit the door, distracting them all from their present predicament. Richard moved to answer the door. As soon as he opened it, the tip of a gun was placed against his forehead by a masked man, prompting him to take backwards steps wh

Flora scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "What's going on? Where are you taking me?" The M*ckey mask remained impassive, offering no answers. He shoved her roughly towards the door, his cold, hard eyes daring her to resist. "No! Leave her alone!" Catarina cried out, her voice filled with desperation. “Don't you dare hurt her!” The man turned his head slightly, the mask's painted smile eerily mocking. "Behave yourself if you want to see her alive again," he barked, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, distorted by the mask.

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

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.”

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…