Mysterious Mask Novels & Stories

But no one had seen or heard anything about the man in the mask. "Everyone here was masked, we couldn't have known who your man was" the manager blurted "How about the names of attendees?" I enquired I didn't remember his name. "Never mind, " I muttered As I stood with my friend Amelia, I pondered on any potential leads to the mystery man who had ordered the ring. Suddenly, I remembered the ring I had found in my purse the previous month which was too big for both of us, raising the question of who it belonged to.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

The mask covered from her forehead to just above her cheekbones, leaving her lips and jawline exposed. "An excellent choice," Madam V commented as Honey removed the mask she was wearing and carefully tied the ribbon of the new mask behind her head. "It complements your coloring beautifully." Honey studied her reflection in a nearby mirror. The mask transformed her, lending her an air of mystery that made her own features seem foreign and exciting. Even she wouldn't recognize herself. "Are you ready to continue?" Madam V asked. Honey nodded, a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. "Yes."

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

The boys exchanged nervous glances, and then quickly dispersed, disappearing into the crowd. The man turned to Sarah, his gaze piercing. And then he walks away, leaving her confused. Sarah stood there, frozen in confusion, as the man with the mask walked away without another word. She tried to process what had just happened, but her mind was a jumble of questions. Who was this mysterious man? Why did he keep saving her? And why did he wear a mask to conceal his identity? ******************************

Zen said calmly and carefully as he knew his boss's niece is not someone anyone could trifle with "Hmph, learn your places, cross my path again, and I'll gladly make you disappear," He coldly stated and went to Dr. Zen's side. "I'm sorry about this incident," Dr. Zen said calmly as he noticed his boss's niece started walking away. "Dr. Zen, who is that guy? How can he waltz in here?" An employee asked curiously "He is the boss's niece," Dr. Zen said while looking at Midnight's figure fading away towards the shadow. "He's Midnight Hidalgo," said Dr. Zithea, who appeared out of nowhere. To be continued

Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left. … "I just went to park, and you guys are not going to believe this. There's a Rolls-Royce in the lot." Sebastian Cross, the loudest and most troublesome person in our class back then, burst into the private room and announced it at the top of his lungs. Since we were the only customers in the restaurant today, everyone stopped their small talk at the same time and started guessing. "Okay, who's the big shot hiding in our class? Zachary, don't tell me it's yours."

Just as I stepped onto the rooftop, the iron door behind me snapped shut with a loud click. A shiver ran down my spine. I looked back to see Luke and Mr. Preston looking at me sinisterly. In front of me, sitting casually by the railing, was Kate, her face alight with mockery. "I can't believe you really came." Smiling in triumph, she waved a stack of papers at me. "I have your file here, Amanda. Who would've thought that you had a family history of mental illness?"

He said, “Excuse me, Master David. Everyone has to wear a mask to participate in the insider’s trade fairs to remain anonymous. So, you need this.” After David took it, he took a closer look and saw that it was a soft mask. So, he asked, “Mr. Rivers, it's just a trade fair. Is it necessary to make it so mysterious? Not only is it held in such a hidden location, but all participants have to remain anonymous too?”

Suddenly, like a gust of wind, someone appeared, their presence brushing my hair back, and caught the ball midair. "Are you alright, Miss?" The gentle yet deep voice piqued my curiosity. When I opened my eyes, they met the most striking red eyes I’d ever seen, peering out from beneath a mask. It was a half-mask, concealing one side of his face but covering both eyes entirely. His clothes were unlike anything I’d seen—black silk robes with blood-red patterns splashed across them. Oddly enough, he had no scent. At first glance, I should have picked up something—a hint of who or what he was—but there was nothing. My curiosity grew, and a strange pull inside me urged me to uncover more about thi