The Mask Vs Deadpool Novels & Stories

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

Scared, I turned my palm over to glance at it. Blood. My eyes widened when I saw the blood eruption out from his head. His face had a bruise and he was unconscious. Things started to fade at the back of my mind while I stared at him. He looked so devoid of the emotions running through. Peaceful. But I feared if he was peaceful for ever. My heart almost skipped a beat at this thought and a chill ran down my spine. I shook my head as this cannot be possible. No. He can't. He can't just leave me. No. This cannot be happening.

The masked man went down in pain, his gun immediately dropped to the ground. Darian shut his shoulder again when he was down, he smiled, looking at him. He was smiling heartily even though his arm was hurting so badly. He walked closer to the masked man and crouched down. He gently unveiled the mask to take a look at his face. "You didn't hear about me, did you?" Darian ran his fingers through the masked man's curly hair, he had never seen her. His face was perfect. He looked younger than he imagined him to be. He stood up and shot his chest again, he was angry and he wanted to kill him. "That's for killing my father and for messing with the Dawson family." Darian shot him again.

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

Cedric retorted. "Shoot me. Go ahead," he threatened once more. Lazarus clenches his jaw and grips the Glock tightly. He laughed hysterically, his lips curved into a wicked grin. "Shut up, you and Haru are so obstinate." "You're a masked man, Lazarus, but there's a difference between you and Mask... A big difference." A wicked face behind that invisible mask. "Yeah, blablabla... The difference is that he's dead and I'm alive." Lazarus bantered.

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

From the rearview mirror, Lucas Anderson observed the man speaking. His face was concealed by a mask featuring a symbol of a half moon at its center. "Do you think I'll end up falling for her?" Lucas Anderson inquired nonchalantly, his expression betraying no hint of interest. The masked man remained silent for a moment before speaking in a deep, assured voice, "Anyone else might fall for her, but not you." Lucas Anderson was unfazed by the masked man's reply; in fact, he chuckled and remarked, "Ha! You're no fun."

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.