The Man Behind The Mask Book 소설 & 이야기

Before I could crawl backward, a masked man stepped into the little pocket of space I’d been hiding in. ‎ ‎His mask was plain black. No design, no symbol just empty and cold. ‎ ‎“Come here,” he said, reaching again. ‎ ‎“No” I shoved myself back, but there was nowhere to go. My spine hit the wall. ‎ ‎He grabbed my wrist, rough and unbothered by my panic, and I tried to twist out of his grip. “Let me go!” ‎ ‎“Quiet,” he snapped. ‎ ‎“Vivienne!”

I reached the door and placed my hand on the handle. Then I opened it. Everything inside me went silent. The most beautiful man I had ever seen stood a few steps away. His face was hidden calmly behind a full-face mask, just like mine. He wore a white Chanel singlet that clung to his broad chest, paired with black jeans that sat low against his hips. His belt was unbuckled, the loose end hanging carelessly at his waist as though he had arrived in a hurry—or had not bothered to finish dressing. My gaze moved over him before I could stop it.

“Do you all know how hard is it to survive in this world being innocent and vulnerable? People give me a lot of problems, made fun of me, don’t even think of me as a human being. Even though I had Caleb by my side, my life was miserable. I can’t live like that and I don’t want to. I just want to change myself. I want to have revenge on everyone who ruined my life. And Becca is in the first person on the list. I didn’t get any opportunities until I got involved in the fire accident. I thought I would be dead in seconds. But I got saved by the man who worked for Masked man. He’s not Bill. He helped me out without getting anyone’s attention. Everyone thought I’m dead and I let them think like t

A strange force made him fly backward several meters and hit the ground heavily. When Zhang Xiangbei was about to run away, he saw a black shadow in front of him. "No... You can't kill me. Do you know who I am? I am the mask man. If you kill me, there will be many people who will take revenge." "No, you are not. I am!" Samuel smiled evilly.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

I shake my head, clicking my tongue, “No, I’m alright standing. Thank you.” Taking a deep breath, she starts dropping everything that happened since she disappeared with Frank at the party. She overflows me with an amount of information about the past months that my heart struggles to take. She tells me how she got into a secluded place with the masked stranger but, of course, as she didn’t have the same stupid agreement I had made with Ruggerio, their masks dropped instantaneously. As they were both running fake profiles, they recognized each other immediately and panicked as they realized who they had come to the party with. Being already undressed, Nina was left behind by Frank, who bolte

The woman sat him in the chair that was there. The woman stood in front of him and smiled. The remnants of its natural redness can be seen. "Who are you? Who are you? Why do you wear masks and all your colleagues? Why?" he asks holding his fear. He wants to clarify something. "Well, it's for hiding our personality." He laughed. He doesn't satisfied with his answer. " Really?"

The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."

The man stiffened, his eyes flicking to me with something that looked like regret. I stared between them. “What is going on?” I demanded. “Why did he call me that?” The masked man exhaled sharply. “It was a mistake.” “That didn’t sound like a mistake.” “He shouldn’t have said it,” the masked man replied. “Please ignore it.” “I can’t ignore that,” I said. “You don’t call strangers that.” The masked man’s voice cracked slightly. “Please,” he said. “Help me. If you uncover the truth, everything ends. I will owe you more than I can ever repay.”

He turned his head and said loudly, "I didn't lie. He’s the one who’s lying! If you don't believe me, ask him to take off his mask, and you’ll see! I swear on my mother’s life that he only put on the mask after you guys came." The masked man was about to launch an attack on Heath, but Frank’s words piqued his curiosity, making him turn to look at them. How Fane wished he could stab Frank to death there and then. He frowned while thinking that he must not get tangled with Frank anymore. If things continued like that, the masked man might abandon Heath first to deal with him.