Superman With A Mask Novels & Stories

she moved closer to him, as she fitted his mobile in the casing. “It is awesome.” Jonathan held Valerie's hand. He looked at the new casing for a few seconds. He smiled as he dug into his bag. “What are you searching for?”Valerie asked. He took a permanent marker out of his bag. He looked at the letter ‘S’ in yellow color, inscribed in the center of the superman’s chest. He opened the marker’s cap and meticulously wrote the letter ‘V’ in the center of the letter ‘S’. “V for Valerie. Always in this man’s heart.” He pointed to his heart with his right hand, the rear end of the marker casting its impression on his t-shirt.

But this time, he wore a mask, a sleek, black, and silver half-face mask that covered the left side of his face, made of a material that resembled lightweight metal alloy, with a silver trim. Confusion and fear flooded through me. What was going on? Why was I marrying a man I didn’t know and why was he hiding his face? Suddenly, I remembered. This was Andrei Carter, the man from Carter Industries who had been involved in a terrible accident. The news had been all over the media. This was the same man who had rescued me last night. “Hello, wife,” he said, his voice resonating through the air as he gave me a crooked smile that didn’t match my anxious state_

I was mad at myself for falling asleep at such a time and in a place I didn't know, even though I felt like I knew it. "Where am I, I want to go home," I began shouting. "Hello Junior, there's no need to panic." It was the three-eyed guy, only that time he was wearing a white robe with a mask. He had a very deep voice. "I don't know if you remember me, but of course you shouldn't." I just stared at him, unable to say anything.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

" Kim used the tea table to support her for stand up, knee already kneeling numbness and lose it strength. "Wait a minute." Arthur said in a low voice, "Your face is not ornamental. Put this on." He took a mask from his hand and handed it to her. The subordinates were surprised when they saw this. Master york gave his mask to such a dirty woman! Is there anything special about this woman? This mask is very similar to the one on Arturs's face. Kim didn't think much about it. After taking it, she put it on and limped to the front stage.

I said in greeting, mustering a tight-lipped smile. Carmine puffed from a cigar, his mask barely fitting over his wide, overweight face. He was my mother’s cousin in one way or another. “He gets his looks from my side of the family, obviously,” Carmine said to his masked companion, shrugging his massive shoulders. “Henry Cavill–Superman looking motherfucker, this one. Can’t you see the resemblance?” It was obvious Carmine had no plans to introduce me to whoever he was talking to. It was also obvious my looks had nothing in common with the Alphonsi family, given that I towered over the man by at least a foot, and his body could only be described as that of a man who ate too many cold cuts ove

Selina quickly dropped the pill in and used the spoon to pour water into his mouth. He must have choked, as he suddenly started coughing violently, the veins in his neck bulging slightly. Seeing his miserable state, Selina felt no sympathy. Instead, a strange thought crossed her mind. Fortunately, he was like a masked hero from Western films, covering the upper half of his face, rather than like ancient Chinese masked figures who covered the lower half. Otherwise, to give him medicine, she would have had to remove his mask.

But it had its advantages,no one was going to recognize him easily. “Well you are not complete” Sophia replied “Really? What is left?” He asked, looking at the reflection on one of the glossy walls. “Your mask” Sophia said as she slipped one on his face. “What is this supposed to be for?” Damien asked as he felt a bit uncomfortable. “Protection from the public eye, you can't be out until you've gotten your memory back, otherwise it would affect you” Sophia explained. Damien nodded as he saw reason with what she was saying.

A man stepped into the light. He was a predator in a world of scavengers. He was massive, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, draped in a black suit so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. But it was the mask that stopped hearts—a haunting, polished silver mask that covered his face, leaving only two burning, obsidian eyes visible. The crowd parted like water before a shark. No one spoke. No one even dared to breathe.