Mother 3 Masked Man Novels & Stories

But the real question is—how is it possible that her son is already this grown? “Take off your mask,” Ryder said sharply as we moved closer, his eyes locked on the masked man. “Do you really think you can fight me or escape from her that easily?” The masked man didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, calm and unreadable beneath the mask. “I’m not here for any of you,” he said firmly. “I’m here for my mother, not to waste time arguing with anyone.” Ryder’s jaw tightened at his words. I could see the anger flicker in his eyes, but he forced it down, studying him carefully instead.

If I wasn't here, all of this wouldn't be occurring. My mother dragged me forward, fingers closing hard around my wrist. "We have to make it to the forest," she pushed, voice rough, laced with desperation. We never made it. Figures emerged from the smoke in front of us-four of them. Their cloaks billowed behind them as they appeared, their faces concealed behind expressionless, smooth masks. A trap. My footsteps faltered. My mother held me back against her chest, her stance growing hard, protective. One of the masked men leaned his head to one side, a smile on his face. "Running won't change anything." His voice was smooth, conversation-like-this was a chat, not an ambush.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Maybe he thought she was crazy because she was talking to someone and she was still wearing a mask. "Ma'am, are you all right?" He asked her when he noticed her. "Ah, yes. I'm fine. I'm sorry because I'm from the party so I haven't removed my mask yet," she replied. "Ah, is that so? Your mask is beautiful. It fits you." "I'll wash it later Manong," she said. "Oh, don't worry, ma'am, it's beautiful," he praised her. "Wow? Thank you!" "Where are you going, ma'am?"

“The camera was hidden. Abandoned for years. Even Grayson and I had forgotten we had a camera there. But my investigator found it. And when he played the footage for me alone…” Her voice trailed off as she tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “I saw her.” A cold chill ran down my spine. She held my gaze. “The girl in the vintage gown. The first masked woman.” Now, I could barely breathe. “She was fully masked, of course,” my mother added with a casual wave of her hand. “But I watched that footage over and over again.” A wicked glint flashed in her eyes. “And do you know what I realized?” I didn’t answer.

She covered her whole body with thick ice as she passed through the fire and gave a stunning kick to the head of the masked man. The masked man crashed meters away from the force of the kick. He slowly stood up with a visible smile on his face. "Dad!" Vicoliz called. Yes, apparently the kick broke his mask. "Who is your dad?" the masked man replied as he touched his face and saw the mask had broken into pieces as it fell apart to the ground. "Don't you remember me? Your son Montana?" Vicoliz replied walking towards him. "Montana!....No way! My son Montana died a long time ago. You ain't my son" He replied.

The man groaned and turned around. "Leave them for now. If we make any mistakes, you know the consequences," said the other man who just walked in. They were all dressed in black and their faces were shielded by a mask. The man standing in front of her grunted in annoyance. He stepped away and nodded to the other two burly men. "Let's get out of here." The two men released her mother, shoving her to the ground. And they all left the room and bolted the door.

She might need it. Marissa nodded to her mother's words. " How can I see him? You know it's not that easy?" Marissa asked and her mother smiled reassuringly. After chatting with his daughter, Marissa's mother left. She could not afford to stay out for long lest he becomes suspicious. Arriving at the hideout, she was greeted by a tense atmosphere. " Where the hell did you go, woman? Why didn't you tell me that Lorenzo had a video recorded ? Do you realize that if my back wasn't facing the camera , we would be doomed? " The masked man thundered and everyone present felt the weight of his power.

He jumps the shattered piece and runs out of the kitchen in tears towards the direction of the voice When he reached, he froze at the sight before him. His mother was surrounded by some men in masks. They wore black with all their bodies covered and a gun firmly held in their hands. Two of the men were holding tightly to his mother, pointing a gun at her and there was a huge man without a mask. A huge scary scar was on his face. He was looking at her mother angrily with a syringe in his hand. He watched as his terrified pregnant mother plead to the scarred man in tears

It was now obvious to me they would be following all night. "Madam," I heard a slight chuckle as I was spooked. My mother was being greeted by a masked man so suddenly. I smelled the air. Too many mixed scents to catch anything. "May I have this dance?" He asked in amusement. It was hard to tell his facial features. His hair was slicked back to hide anymore telling secrets about his identity. He was dressed fine enough. My mother scoffed in amusement before looking at me.