The Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

I don't know how he knows that I am not supposed to get out of the house. But he knows it. Though he has been a meanie and didn't pick my calls up, he inquired about my health with the doctor. And I know he means everything he is saying right now. Though he pretends to be mad at me, I know he can't stay like that for a long time. He has a mask but not a complete opaque one. Or maybe I'm good at reading his emotions that I understood what he really feels for me. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.

Orella continued as she took four steps forward, already in front of the masked man. Orella looked at the man sharply as if she wanted to know the purpose of the man in front of her. However, she reflexively retreated as the man took one step forward. "You don't trust me?" the masked man asked. Orella didn't answer the masked man's question. Because she already knew who the person behind the mask was when she met him. "Don't be my enemy! You'd better follow all the plans I've made!" The masked man said again in a threatening tone, and then he left the room.

He said it with an endearment that Alina welcome. " Just who are you?" The man remove his mask and revealed the right side of his face burned beyond recognition.Alina controlled her grimaced at the sight. So that's the reason why he used the mask she thought he was hiding his identity, just like the masked woman. "Don't be embarrassed in showing your reaction as this hideous face is revealed to you. I wear the masked to protect the person looking at it rather that protect myself from instilling fear." The man said. But Alina's gaze was focus on the unburned side of the face she had memorize especially the undeniable detail of the heart shaped mole above his dimple.

"The bear mask stayed on, but my pants came down in the dark, and I let a nameless, faceless stranger break every straight rule I’ve ever lived by." I’m the captain of the hockey team, a total expert at keeping my cool on the ice, and a master at ignoring Kyler—the ridiculous flawless golden boy who is currently dating my twin sister. Honestly, it takes a lot of willpower not to smirk when he plays the perfect gentleman at family dinners. I always knew a pretty boy like him had to be hiding a wicked streak, but I never expected to find a dark side of my own first. It started after a brutal game when my temper was burning way too hot. The team's mascot offered a delightfully dirty w

No one was here and it was hard to locate where I came from. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I heard a raspy voice, behind me. I looked back immediately and I saw a man with a mask on. He wore a hoodie, with the picture of a skeleton there and fear gripped me. "Who are you?" I asked, moving backwards. "Trying to run away won't help, because it is going to seem like you are in circles." The man snickered and laughed, with his raspy voice, sounding even creepier.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

Senator Jones stands beside him, his expression unreadable. “Stanley,” Jones greets, motioning for me to step forward. “You’ve done well tonight.” I don’t respond. My attention is on the masked man. There’s something about him,his posture, his presence,that tells me he’s no ordinary politician. He’s something more. Something worse. Jones gestures toward him. “This is the force behind politics.” The masked man speaks, his voice smooth but commanding. “I’ve heard good things about you, Stanley. You’re ambitious, intelligent. Someone with potential.”

May voiced out, her real intentions revealed and she smiled victoriously while keeping an innocent face so her father won't find anything off. “That's a right decision, I'm gonna speak with him," he supported as he head down the hall, going towards Lucien Who doesn't know Lucien, a handicapped masked mysterious man, his ABO identity is unknown as well as his face, one couldn't guess how many years he is neither do people know anything about him, “Lucien Von Nightshade. “Just like that you are sold off, I pray you find happiness in your new home so as your mad mother," May provoked, her expression and attitude nasty and arrogant.

"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?"

A low, throaty chuckle echoed beside me. I turned my head to see a man standing to my left, hands in his pocket, drenched from the pool, his dark hair wet and tousled, falling over a sleek black mask that covered the upper half of his face. I’d forgotten, this was a masquerade party. But even with the mask, I could tell he was really attractive. He was the man who saved me. His striking blue eyes scanned me, curious, and a lazy smirk curled on his lips. That look made my heart skip a beat.