Romans & histoires The Man In The Iron Mask Novel

Seeing that he could not even self-destruct in front of Andrius, the masked man began to panic, his voice tinged with fear. “Nothing.” Andrius suddenly smiled at him, revealing his pearly whites, which made the masked man even more anxious. “I just have a few questions. Tell me what the Immortal Palace is and what treasures it holds.” At those words, the masked man mocked, “What makes you think I’ll tell you?” “Tsk...” Andrius did not waste time and took out two silver needles, inserting them into the man’s body. “Heh, do you think this will make me submit?”

LINNET Cornello quickly got off me while I stood in a daze. The intruder chuckled and stepped closer, and only then did I get to see his face. He was an elegant man, considerably tall, but I couldn’t tell much about his features because he wore a mask. As Cornello reached to pull up his pants, the masked man stopped him. “Not yet, Mr. Cornello,” he said, moving even closer. Cornello stiffened. How did this masked man know who he was? Sensing the shock on his face, the stranger continued.

A tall man walked in he wore long blue and silver robes, his face was covered by a smooth silver mask there was no mouth or nose, just two dark eye slits In his hands was a tray with hot soup and a glass of water. "You shouldn’t stand too fast, Lady Sarah," the man said. His voice was soft and metallic through the mask. "The sleeping drug was mild, but it makes you tired." Sarah didn’t touch the food, she stared at him "It you again?" Sarah said "Did Silas send you? Or did Christopher hire you?" The masked man put the tray on the table and stepped back, bowing slightly "I work for neither the Council nor Christopher," he said. "Silas is a fool who burns villages, christopher is a lost boy in

"The guard said, Novella got up from the table and went into the office to meet with the Mysterious man. The man was facing toward the window She thought he was a Merchant. He looks toward Novella with his piercing eye it seems like he was looking through her. At First glades, He had an innocent appearance with a round charming faces. He stood 5'2 inches tall with a skinny frame he had Medium Black Curly hair. His was light purple that can see through your soul. He was incredibly handsome his skin complexion was like white milk. He was wearing an olive green vest suit with long black pants. On the vest was hanging a few golden chains he worn glove on his hands the same color as his vest. Fro

If they wouldn’t come out because I seemed weak, maybe they would come out because I was stubborn. Minutes passed. I kept going until my hands began to tremble. The room felt hotter and smaller, like it was pressing against me. My throat was dry, and my body felt like it was shutting down, but I refused to stop. Then finally, I heard the metallic sound of the door unlocking. I froze and slowly turned around. A large man walked in, tall and heavily built, his face covered with a black mask. His voice was rough when he spoke. “Did you really think you could escape by digging that hole?” he said mockingly, his lips curling into a smirk.

I couldn’t help but ask myself so many questions that I had no answers to. Still feeling drowsy, I laid down and dozed off, only to be awakened by the noisy rumble of my tummy. I could see it was dark outside and guessed it must be night already. By now Phil would have called the police, I hoped. I wondered if Dom was planning to starve me to death, when the door flew wide and a masked man came in. He was dressed in all black from head to toe. He was about Dom’s height, but the big jacket he wore made it hard to tell his size. He may or may not be Dom.

The content listed in it is the details of his fake identity. EROS stirred the cup of tea as he looked down on the grounds of his mansion. He pursed his lips as he watched the gates open from a distance. He lifted his drink and smiled with his eyes filled with excitement. "Looks like we got company," he muttered before turning around and closing the button of his long sleeve white polo. He instructed the guards to open the gates to the mansion. An old man walked inside holding a cane to help him walk and a fedora hat covering half his head. The old man looked around and scanned every inch of the place before fixing his gaze on Eros.

With that, she took Jacob's hand and started walking out the door. Harold turned to me, disappointed. "Catherine Smith, you've changed." Before I could respond, he continued, "Let's take some time apart and cool off for a bit." I nodded and simply replied, "Alright." Afterward, I picked up a document from the table. "This is the insurance policy I bought for Yvette. Sign it before you go." In a hurry to catch up with them, Harold didn't bother to look closely. He quickly scribbled his signature on the document.

The iron bar felt like a rock in my hands. The latch clicked. The door swung open just a crack. I waited, muscles coiled. When the masked man stepped in, I slammed the bar as hard as I could across the top of his head. He cursed, a short, ugly sound, "Fuck!" and dropped to his knees. The plates hit the floor and food splashed everywhere, the smell of cold sauce and rotten bread filling the room for a second. He rubbed his head, stunned, then let out another groan and slumped forward.

He also carried a faint, elegant scent, subtle yet refined. Though his face was hidden by a silver mask, Miranda had clearly seen his hands—long, slender, and pale, glowing faintly like ivory under the candlelight, almost as if they were carved from jade. Hands like these didn’t belong to an assassin or a common thief. So why had this man infiltrated the Croyso estate in the dead of night? Was he here for her father? Or for her? Who was he?