The Man Behind The Mask Book Novels & Stories

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

However, he still had Aunt Rockefeller as his trump card. It was stupid to surrender now, just because of what the masked man had said. While running, he asked, “How do you know that I have the Holy Book? If you tell me your identity, I will consider it!” The masked man said, “Look, I’m wearing a mask just because I don’t want to tell you who I am! Don’t ask these sort of questions, if you really know who I am, then you really won’t be able to live.”

He had scent blockers on, but even without scenting his secondary gender it was obvious this man was strong enough to take me on in a fight. I exhaled slowly, torn between relief and wariness. What was this guy’s angle? That concern only increased as the man turned to face me, revealing a full-face black mask that completely concealed his identity. His clothes and shoes were immaculate, too—this place was clearly way below his income range, and while he wasn’t the only one using a mask tonight he still stuck out like a sore thumb. The masked man turned to me, his eyes glinting through the slits of his disguise. "Are you alright?" His voice was low, with a hint of familiarity that set my nerv

Just when I figured my plan had failed, I heard the familiar sound of a whistle. I shot up from the bed and quickly switched on both lights in the bedroom. The masked man entered, and I stubbornly turned my back to him, pretending to be upset. "Are you mad?" His body, hot as ever, pressed against me from behind, and he took my cold hand, warming it gently in his own. “I’ve been busy lately. That’s why I haven’t come to see you,” he said. I wasn’t even sure why I felt angry or why he felt the need to explain himself. It was all so ridiculous. He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me.

Although Evans’ gaze was focused on the comet as though he understood its meaning. “Something new has been reborn.” He whispered. I nodded, managing to comprehend the eerie feeling in his voice as he spoke. There and then, I saw him. I barely saw his back as he went into the corridor. “The masked man.” I pointed. “He is here!” suddenly remembering the book I had left bare on the bed.

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked for Room 402, the sanctuary where I was supposed to meet the man I'd been flirting with all night through the safety of a disguise. I pushed open the heavy oak door at the end of the east wing. The room was bathed in the crimson glow of a single dim lamp. A man stood by the window, his back to me, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black tuxedo. He wore a heavy, obsidian crow mask that obscured everything but a sharp, predatory jawline. "You're late," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in the very floorboards beneath my feet.

They saw the young man being stopped at the entrance, but both guards were suddenly down in a blink of an eye. "Hmph, I warned both of you I have no time for this," He coldly stated as he fixed his black suit and glared at the two. The guards stood up and were ready to launch towards him as revenge when suddenly someone shouted, "That's enough!" Everyone looked at the source of the voice, and to their surprise, it was Dr. Zen

“ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio confused . “ I have heard a lot of compliments from the guests today about my appearance but yours was quite blunt . “ said the masked man . “ I am telling the truth though . That costume is a lot of money . “ said Antonio staring at him . After laughing , the light where they were , turned on and the two of them could see each other’s appearance clearly . The masked man was a bit surprised from Antonio’s appearance . ‘ He is obviously a man but surprisingly……he is very beau

I mean I can just lend them some money if they let me go. That masked man. Something feels peculiar about him. Why is he even wearing a mask in the first place? Is he afraid that I might somehow escape and tell this to anyone? No. Of course not. The only thing certain in this situation is that I'm gonna get hunted and be killed eventually. It's either now or later. And that guy. That was the first time I have ever seen someone being eaten alive. It's disgusting. It's getting in my stomach. I think I might even throw up. My stomach is grumbling and my intestines are moving in protest. I really need something to fill my stomach with.