Summary Of The Man In The Iron Mask Novels & Stories

“St—“ he began again. He didn’t finish the words. He couldn’t. A dagger flew past my head and embedded itself straight on Henry’s throat. I heard him gulp before he struggled for a few seconds and then collapsed. I stopped running and looked ahead, trying to determine if the newcomer was a friend or foe. Darius stood a few meters away from me, two daggers in his hands. His eyes slithered at me as he took one quick look at me before turning to face the last surviving man. “If you tell me who sent you, I might spare your life,” he told the man. The daggers in his hands were raised, ready for action. I looked from his angry expression to the man being threatened and saw him shivering. “So, whic

She turned and spotted a strange man moving towards her, his face hidden behind a black mask. She let out a terrified scream as he grabbed her. "Stai zitta, bitch!" The man snarled, shutting her up. When she kept struggling, he slapped her twice, hard, until her lips split and she collapsed to the ground. Suddenly Antonio appeared and the masked man pulled Isabella to her feet. He grabbed her throat, pointing a gun to her head. "Move any further and she's dead, Marino." He snarled. Antonio paused, trying to place the voice of the masked man. He got it immediately. It was Claudio, Don Russo's second son.

The man stood up, his mask looking terrifying thanks to the light. Fia’s eyes were emotionless. “No one suspected a thing?” “Not at all.” The man brushed away the soot on her face. “There’s another piece of good news. Want to hear it?” Fia moved her face away, avoiding the man’s finger. “I’m still alive. Isn’t that good news?” “You’re right. But there’s another piece of good news.” The man glared at her with a wicked smile. “The more you don't want to know, the more I want to tell you.”

The masked man pointed his gun at me and ordered in his cold robotic voice. Hesitatingly, I looked at him and then at the young man, while they both were inside and in front of me, how could I undress so shamelessly? “Do it.” The masked man demanded and I certainly did. Pulling up my dress, I dropped it on the floor and then unclasped my bra, it too fell joining my dress as I stood completely naked in front of them. The masked man smirked and then walked to the young man, he pulled out the cloth from his mouth which was gagging him and he let out a cry immediately.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

“He is cursed? Oh my God! If the Jamaerah knew that, they would kill him. I think he deserves it… He is a cruel and merciless person. Full of rubbish. Full of stupidity. Arrogance. It’s better if we get out of here. Do you want to get out of here? This is such a stupid question. I will crack these doors open, tell me your story in the meantime. Start the show! The world is full of untold stories.” The man I talked to for a whole day, the man I laughed with and told stories, the man who used his hands to unlock both our cells and lead me outside, the man who knew the hidden passages of the Duke’s mansion, that man… had a mask hiding his face in the shape of a moth. Like the rumour I heard wee

Stanley then glanced at the blood on the floor and said in a cold tone. “Do you really think you can oppressed me just like this?” He said as he slowly look up at the masked man. He coldly look at the man’s face and sneered. “I already told you I don’t know anything. If you still insist on torturing then be it.” The masked man paused his hand as he suddenly shook on his feet. This guy! His eyes were glazed with crimson! He hesitated for a bit as he look at those eyes. After a few seconds, he eventually take off his mask as the same face of the Duke Hassan was revealed in front of him.

“Rosa…" Footsteps neared. Boots. Heavy. Purposeful. A figure entered the room, shadowed and silent, face obscured by a tactical mask. He crouched low, examined Lorenzo’s state like a butcher studying livestock. “Still breathing,” the man murmured in accented English. “You Morelli bastards are hard to kill.” Lorenzo spat blood and smiled faintly. “You’ll wish you tried harder.” The masked man chuckled. “You’re bait now. Enjoy the wait.” And then he was gone.

Silvano's face remained impassive, like he wasn't affected by what the masked man said, but I could feel the tension radiating from him, even through the screen. “You don't want to know,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “And you certainly won't find out.” "Oh, but I do," the masked man purred, his finger now tracing a line down my jaw, making me feel disgusted. “And I will. But first, the second thing I want, Morelli. The codes. The key codes. What are they?” “I don't know them,” Silvano said and the masked man clicked his tongue and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “A loyal man, I see. Or perhaps a foolish one. But she knows it. You know how? Of course, you will know how,”

LINNET Cornello quickly got off me while I stood in a daze. The intruder chuckled and stepped closer, and only then did I get to see his face. He was an elegant man, considerably tall, but I couldn’t tell much about his features because he wore a mask. As Cornello reached to pull up his pants, the masked man stopped him. “Not yet, Mr. Cornello,” he said, moving even closer. Cornello stiffened. How did this masked man know who he was? Sensing the shock on his face, the stranger continued.