Summary Of The Man In The Iron Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You must be joking. Do you know how many people have offered more?” The masked man smirked and walked toward the window. He had a puzzled look on his face as he held onto a rope tied to the window Shit! I forgot to untie the rope “My mistake.” He turned to the older man Just then, seven armed men stormed in, guns pointed at the older man. “Instead of Eight hundred million dollars, why don't I give you a much better offer” he smirked "Your life.” I could feel Diego tense up beside me. The masked man untied the rope and held it in his hand

Not only that, he even smiled in amusement as he looked at her. "Took you long enough to recognize me, my dear wife. You really haven't been paying enough attention to me." As the masked man spoke, he reached toward his mask and removed it, revealing a face that was identical to Irvin's. Despite this, he gave off a completely different feeling. Simply put, Irvin and Timothy were like polar opposites. If Irvin was light, then Timothy was darkness. Grace stared at the man before her, unable to describe what she was feeling. She had mulled it over last night. And the more she did, the more she suspected the masked man was Timothy, who hadn't actually died.

Another one warned me. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. I was scared and these people were intimidating. I don't even know where I got the strength to talk back at them but I had to do it for to sake of Leo. I can't be a weak idiot in front of them. A man in an iron mask walked in with them and he seemed to be the boss. His figure looks familiar but I am very sure I don't know him at all. "You're finally awake." The iron mask man said, his voice was not sounding human probably because of the mask. Is he someone I know? That's probably why he's doing this right?

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

He asked. "Yes yes sir." The recieved said with a shivering voice. "You know who is speaking right?" He asked again and the head of department replied with an overly excited and shivering yes. "Good, I need you to do something for me." He said and relayed a set of instructions to him before hanging up. "Now that's how you treat your wife well." He said as he unties the masquerade mask and placed it on the cabinet in the kitchen. As he did the dishes, Edward hummed to the song his favourite song and did a little saying around.

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

The man with a mask over his face. *

He mutters leaning back on the chair , his eyes on the handcuff . A loud noise came from the iron door and it creaked open. He looks confused at the masked man that entered inside . ° this is not a soldier ° he thought scanning the man. " Who are you" " Someone you should fear" the modulated voice said. The masked man walks up to him and grabs his jaw tightly. " You dare betray us " Madeye groans his pain " betray who, I don't know what you're talking about" His grip on him tightens " you cooperated with the general and gave off an identity you shouldn't have "

I was no stranger to death in my life, but that didn’t mean I felt comfortable being around dead bodies at length. What was I doing here? Why was I chained to an embalming table? I jerked at my wrist restraints again with a feral snarl. The man behind the clown mask just chuckled again and pushed away from the wall where he was leaning. “Those handcuffs are made of titanium, and only I hold the key. Good luck getting out.” “What do you want with me?” I demanded. “Who are you?” There wasn’t an answer right away. I tried to make out the man’s eyes behind the mask, but the hood he wore over his head shadowed them and made it impossible to see the color. All I knew was that he was broad and musc

He has a ferocious, determined, desperate look on his face. However, the noble observes with a resentful composure. He whispers, "She always does." She is shaken by something in his certainty. When she asks, "Who am I?" her own voice is hardly audible above a whisper. Quiet. Neither man says anything for a moment. Then— The man in the mask tightens his hold. "An individual who was never intended to be confined." The noble grinned. "Someone who wasn't supposed to go." Two facts. Or two falsehoods?