The Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

After a short while, he fell dead to the ground as well. The masked man put his sword back and looked my way. Who ever he was, he was skilled even though he did not look strong. Stalking towards me, he took the mask off. And I gasped when I saw how handsome the man behind the mask was. I would say he had the same stature with Johannes, in fact his face, cheekbones and jawline were just like that of Johannes but he looked much more younger than Johannes. He had a perfectly sculpted face, the defined eyebrows, the sea blue eyes, the sharp nose, beautifully shaped lips and flawless skin. And his hair, it was long, thick and black and shone in the sunlight. I did not think he was from the same p

Here, I would find the answers I sought, amid a dance that celebrated the beauty of every individual, untamed and unapologetic. The room pulsed with life as I stood at the heart of this hidden enclave, captivated by the raw beauty of humanity laid bare. Amidst the revelry, a figure emerged, shrouded in mystery and masked, like a phantom of the night. My heart leaped, for I believed it to be Daniel, the keeper of the answers I sought. As the masked man drew near, his eyes bore into mine, scrutinizing every nuance of my presence. His voice, though muffled by the mask, held an edge of inquiry. He turned to the man who had escorted me, the bow still trained on me and questioned my purpose and id

He dropped to his feet before landing face down. I don’t think I would forget the look he had on his face when he dropped face down. The one he managed to throw in my direction before dropping dead as I presumed. I look up to see a man dressed in local animal skin clothing that covered just his region areas and was on his head like a crown or so. He had a shotgun in his hold and was pointing it at me which made my blood rush up to my head and made me light-headed. ‘Now is not the time to feel light-headed girl, you are faced with war and need to stand your ground.’ I encouraged myself then blinked several times to keep my brain active and alert.

“I hate it when people disobey me.'' He muttered out those words in anger and was about pulling off his underwear when the door opened, revealing Eric by the door. With panting breath, I sighed in relief, but wondered how he knew I was here. The masked man glared at Eric for some seconds and stared back at me with startled eyes. Before I knew what was going on, the man fell on his feet, shaking with fear, in front of Eric. Eric glared at me with no emotion on his face and glared back at the man with anger. He walked past the man and came closer to me with no emotion on his face. He untied my hands and removed the gag from my mouth, while staring at me with anger on his face, but I knew it wa

He had finally found a friend and now he would never see her again? The ringing of the phone startled him and he franctically looked at his screen and saw Ruby’s name on it. “Meet at 9?” -------------------------------------------------------- The alley behind the bar reeked of spilled beer and old cigarettes. A flickering streetlamp overhead buzzed like it was barely holding on. Trash bins lined the brick wall, and the back door to the bar thudded every few minutes as someone staggered out for a smoke. She was waiting there, half in shadow, her face covered by the mask she wore like a second skin. But tonight, it didn’t shimmer. It didn’t tease. It just… concealed.

she called his name after a while, “after everything we have been through? After all we have shared; you did this to me?” “Oh please” the angry man wacked her hard across the face, “I am not your husband, in fact I was never your husband” his mocking laugh resonated in the room, he was behaving like a psychopath at this point, “our marriage was all a sham, we were never married my darling. Everything was a big fat lie and it was all possible because you are nothing but a freak. How can a well established man like me marry a frump aunt like you?” Even Melisa burst out laughing at his statement.

My heart races as I read: 'Your husband-to-be is wearing a great mask; he is an assassin.' I blink in disbelief, and another message follows: 'Former assassin, I meant.' Relief washes over me, though I can’t shake the uneasy feeling about his past. I’ll need to ask Julian about this later. Just as I turn to head back to Evelyn and Isabella, yet another text arrives: 'He was the one who killed your father.'

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

But instead, he looked away, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Dangerous. That was what he’d called it. But the danger wasn’t in her words. It was in the way they both lingered there, shoulder to shoulder, pretending the storm outside was the only thing worth watching. The thunder rolled again, closer this time. A flash lit the room in stark silver, painting his profile in light and shadow. For that instant, Ayla saw it clearly: the man behind the mask. Not invincible. Not unbreakable. Simply human.