New Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

Andrius fell silent after hearing Luna’s explanation. That was true. Luna had been with him in the Royal Gardens in Sumeria the entire time since they decided to erect a grave for Old Hagstorm. It would have been impossible for her to invite the three families by herself. In that case, the masked person was the suspicious one. With that thought, he asked, “Luna, were there any special characteristics about the masked person? Can you recognize him?” “He...” Luna casually made up some details. “He was dressed in a black robe, looked quite thin, and his eyes gave off a sinister feeling.”

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Their hotness was undeniable and they both exuded sex. Then, to my disappointment, the masks covered half of their faces. Yet the fiery-eyed and blond wore a mask, on his chest with a mark of a symbol of a dragon, holding the sun and fire in his mouth. The man with sapphire eyes and short brown hair looked more thoughtful and serious, and his strong face had a mask of lightning and thunder. Was it a new custom that I hadn't heard of while I was stuck on this planet? They came to hunt me down instead of attending a masquerade party, right?

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 .

Moka explained in her nasal voice. That was another thing Germaine noticed. Where Zar's voice was smooth and normal, the other goblins had nasal voices, as if they had something stuck inside their nostrils. The male goblin was hairy with overgrown beards decorated with beads, bones, and teeth. Both male and female were short, with bodies that rose not taller than her waist and wrinkled skin like it wanted to belong on a taller person but had to make do. Yet, what they lacked in height, they made up for in strength.

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

One pointer finger press on his lips to urge her to keep silent. The left cage consists of two male goblins. Both are naked and one of them is bound with chains wrapped around his back and his legs spread open also chained. The bound goblin is way too young not even old enough to please a woman with his cock but with older male goblins that is a different story altogether. He is in bondage, on a table with his lower half facing the other male creature who is much older, gruff sounding and has a white beard growing from his face. A firm smack on the chest of the bound surfaces like a gunshot.

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

Three of them were surrounding him and fluttering their eyelashes at him. “Arya? Oh, you're there, meet my beautiful ladies here.” He motioned to the questionable-looking creatures of goblins. Three of them were surrounding him and fluttering their eyelashes at him. It was such a rare sight that if Gusev were sober enough, it might have demeaned him or made him insane from shame. Like the goblin leader, the women look similar from the green skin to the big crooked nose and sharp teeth. The only difference is how they have big breasts and booty.