Novel & Cerita The Man In The Iron Mask

The taste of the warm meal was overwhelming, filling the void in his stomach that had been gnawing at him for days. Across from him sat a figure cloaked in mystery—a man wearing a sleek black mask that concealed his identity. The mask was smooth, with sharp, angular lines, making the wearer appear both menacing and regal. Despite the strange man's intimidating presence, he watched the starving man with a detached curiosity, unfazed by his ravenous eating. When the masked man noticed the plates emptying quickly, he raised a hand, signaling the maids to bring more food. "Feed him until he's satisfied," the masked man commanded in a voice that was calm yet firm, and the maids moved swiftly to c

Only a wealthy man could afford such a luxury room in the most expensive hotel in the city. "I don't remember his face, Manuela," Isabella picked up her dress. She just discovered that she did not see his face. The mask never left his face. He was all of her last night with a mask…did he play her? "Try to…those green eyes will have a beautiful face, trust me," Manuela took out her phone from the bag. She normally takes pictures of events she goes to and the people around her. Maybe his friend might recall his face.

Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know.

The masked man signalled his man for something. "I am really curious about one thing though. I hope you clarify my dought" The masked man said. "You claim to love Miss Anna but you had this child with Renee " "That none of your business, just tell me what you want, let settle the matter" The masked man scoffed. "You have become a Manwhore " "Who are you?" "You will know soon" One of the men came back with some papers. The masked man took those papers in his hand throw them in the cage.

The one man that hasn't spoken yet stepped forward and nodded at Malaki before he spoke. "Look, we're all here for one reason tonight. We got the answer we came here for. In a few minutes the ladies will have the answer they came here for. How about we go back out that door and the rest of what needs to be handled can be dealt with after the annoucement." His grey eyes move from Malaki to Thomas then to Izzy, before they all nod and his gaze falls to me. "And you're Skyline correct?" His gaze never leaves my face, like he's searching for signs of the woman under the mask. His voice is softer than the others, more human sounding than the harshness from the other two men.

"Show me Irina. Then you get the money." There was another silence. Then I heard footsteps coming from behind a shipping container. A man appeared. He was wearing a mask and black clothes. He was alone. "Where is she?" I demanded. "Safe," the man said. "Give me the money first." "Show me proof she is alive," I insisted. The man pulled out a phone and pressed a button. A video started playing. Irina was tied to a chair, crying. "Please, Dimitri," she said in the video. "Just give them what they want."

The heavy chassis absorbed the assault, sparks flying off the metal. The world went silent. The rear window slid down. Even in this chaos, the man inside was terrifyingly calm. I couldn’t see his whole face, just a delicate silver mask covering one half, and a pair of ice-blue eyes as deep as an abyss. “Can you move?” his voice was a low, magnetic rumble, full of a dangerous charm that demanded obedience. I gritted my teeth and nodded. A hand in a black leather glove emerged, offering a small silver canister.

She rushed the questions in pain, searching the room for anything to defend herself. The man in the mask let out a throaty laugh and then placed his hand on the trigger “Do I look like a joke?! Who do you work for?!” He asked in a threatening but calm voice which makes this man even more dangerous. He sounds to be experienced in everything bad he does. He retained thick golden hair and an elegant face. Through his loose bathrobe, one could vaguely see his sexy and strong chest muscles that hold his tattoos. The mask covers half of his face leaving only his fine thin lips which are pressed in a straight line. He used the mask before Daphne woke up, he must be an important person.

The man smirked coldly and looked at Hazel, his cold eyes seemed to be regarding her as an object, not a person. He wore a silver mask, and the mask was engraved with the flirtatious flower. The mask covered most of his face, only revealing sexy thin lips. Hazel’s heart suddenly became cold. Although the lights were dim, it was enough for her to see clearly that the man in front of her was not Joshua. In fact, as soon as he approached her, she knew it wasn’t Joshua, he was gentle and made others feel comfortable. The man in the room was just the opposite, he was cold, like snow in the middle of winter.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.