Superman With A Mask Novels & Stories

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

Izzy's voice finally breaks through the laughter. "He literally can't say no to you. Just make sure you wear the mask, it's his favorite part of your outfits." She isn't saying what else the masks is there to do. Make sure the boss doesn't see my face. He can't connect the dots, can't figure out who I really am.

We looked like a powerful couple in love - perfect! But wait... Why is Zac wearing a mask again? "Hold on, I don't like that mask of yours, Zac take it off!" I ordered, but he just smiled. "Let's go, baby. In times like this, my mask is very useful." That was his only explanation? How is it useful? I couldn't even see his handsome face. Zac is being mysterious again. Whatever, I thought. "If you're comfortable with that, then let's go!" I said.

The masked man loudly declared, "Don't even think that I'll lose to you just because your results were better! Let me tell you… If I'm at my peak, or if I really decide to put my life on the line, you'll never defeat me!" The others might not know what the masked man's hidden message was, but Fane got the message loud and clear. After all, he had seen the masked man's true power before. As someone who had already entered the spring solidifying realm, the masked man had definitely taken pills to suppress his power to enter this place! The masked man was right, if his powers were not suppressed, Fane would stand no chance.

Why he was wearing a hat and a mask? "Are you really Mr. Shein?" "Yes, sweetheart. My name is Harold Olver Shein, and I'm your husband," he said, offering his hand in front of me. I just stared at it. I couldn’t move my hand to accept his hand. Is his face ugly? Why is he wearing a mask? I can't really see his face except for the eyes. "Brute, I think your wife is a bit slow?" I looked at the white-haired guy who was followed by Richmoon's laughter. I looked at them both. They really insulted me.

From the rearview mirror, Lucas Anderson observed the man speaking. His face was concealed by a mask featuring a symbol of a half moon at its center. "Do you think I'll end up falling for her?" Lucas Anderson inquired nonchalantly, his expression betraying no hint of interest. The masked man remained silent for a moment before speaking in a deep, assured voice, "Anyone else might fall for her, but not you." Lucas Anderson was unfazed by the masked man's reply; in fact, he chuckled and remarked, "Ha! You're no fun."

Keagan, as if attuned to her thoughts, nodded in agreement and gracefully retreated, respecting her independence. The man exuded an intimidating aura, his tall and muscular frame adorned in a black suit interlaced with intricate metallic armor. His face hidden behind the mask, he exuded a chilling presence that sent shivers down their spines. Even from a distance, he radiated power and menace.

I took off my helmet and put on the mask. "Come on," I told him and helped him to get down. I noticed he was having a hard time removing his helmet so I helped him. After removing the helmet, his handsone face plastered in my face. Why is this man so handsome, shet! If only you're not really young. When I took off his helmet, I noticed he was staring at me. "Why are you wearing a mask? Are we going to steal?" I frowned at his question. "Of course not! You know, I'm a famous model don't you? So no one would approach me, I have to hide my face," I explained to him. He nodded and then suddenly took out a mask similar to mine and put it on.

I could feel eyes on me like someone was watching me. Slowly, I turned my head, scanning the crowd until my eyes landed on him. He was standing across the room, tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a charcoal-black suit. He wore a half mask, molded to one side of his face—obscuring everything from his brow to his cheekbone. Did I know who that was? I swallowed hard, trying to place the face beneath the mask. But there was nothing familiar about him, nothing that told me who he was or what he wanted.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”