The Mask Vs Deadpool Novels & Stories

Not this time. And before I could lose it, he spoke. “What does he want now?” Adrien’s voice wasn’t steady, but he was still standing. I almost cried. The man in front of us had his face completely covered by a black mask. He didn’t even flinch. Even with Adrien in front of me like a human shield, I could feel the man’s eyes on me. “He wants his reputation back,” the masked guy said coldly. “Everything returned to how it was.”

"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?"

She turned around quickly to see a tall guy who looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark brown hair, murky green eyes that moved around the store and his lean body was clothed in black attire. He was carrying a large brown box in his arms and moved in quiet, graceful strides. Melody noticed dark designs in the inner part of his forearm; a tattoo. His gaze quickly locked onto hers. The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her.

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

THE HEIR'S MASK Chapter 1 Expensive perfume mingled with the faint metallic scent of power. Steve Vanderbilt stood at the center of it all. Wealth felt like a prison, he often thought. At twenty-seven, he was everything New York’s elite wanted to be. His tailored black Tom Ford suit gave him commanding presence without effort. A practiced smile played on his lips as he nodded at senators and tech moguls, one arm loosely wrapped around Lila Monroe’s slim waist.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

For five years, Seraphina Vance lived as a ghost in her own marriage. Bound to Dominic Vance, the feared Supreme Alpha of the Vance Pack, through a political alliance, she spent years desperately hoping her cold, distant husband would one day love her. Instead, she received nothing but indifference. When she discovers what appears to be another woman's lipstick stain on Dominic's collar during their fifth wedding anniversary, her heart finally breaks. Determined to leave him forever, Seraphina commits one final act of rebellion before disappearing from his life. Through an exclusive underground network, she hires a mysterious masked stranger for a single night of passion. What she neve

Also, since I wore a mask to Velvet Eclipse, my face wasn't known to many people. Moving into this cramped apartment building under a false identity was the only way to catch my breath while my men hunted down whoever ordered the hit. Not like I needed protection but I was the Don. I couldn't let something happen to me. My mind was still completely consumed by what happened in that alleyway. I was fascinated by the dangerous woman who had shattered my perfect silence. My men had spent the entire morning digging for information, and they finally brought me a name. Her name was Sable. The masked dancer who had saved my life and then vanished like a ghost.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

the second person added, also taking off his mask. “And we’ll keep giving them hints,” the last person said, coming in. Caius nodded as he watched him stand together with the rest of them. They are his sons—the Hell Devils. The last person took off his star nose mask. Jaxon Creed; circle nose mask. He’s got tattoos on his body, and he hates whatever he doesn’t like. Maddox Creed: silent deceiver, triangular nose mask. Just like his name, Maddox, he is indeed mad. He doesn’t talk much, and that helps him deceive people. He is Jaxon’s twin brother—dizygotic.