The Power Behind Her Mask Novels & Stories

I unconsciously got to my feet and moved away from her. She pushed herself up from the ground and wiped her face with her hands further smearing her face with black mascara streaks then she straightened her dress with her hands; a ploy she suspected was her way of cleaning her tear-stained face. As if she had switched masks, the menacing Eloise that had barged into the office a couple of minutes came on and the wailing-man-begging Eloise was tucked away. Slowly, she walked towards me. "Do you know why you were meeting with him at such an obscure place at such a time?" She asked me but did not wait for an answer as she answered herself. "It was because you are nothing more than a plaything to

She realized she’d been gone too long; they were probably expecting her back. She splashed water on her face, dried it, and fixed her makeup. Looking in the mirror, she whispered to her reflection, “You can’t let Alexander keep controlling you. If he wants to play with fire, then he should be ready to get burned.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she forced a confident smile and turned to leave. But before she could step out, a hand gripped her arm tightly. In an instant, she was shoved back into the restroom.

She possesses many skills and talents, just like her cousin Midnight, but I think everyone who knows their family knows Midnight is a particular case. Because, unlike her, Midnight is superior to all compared to others. Which makes him an irreplaceable prodigy and unmatched in any field in the world. Others like him, but he doesn't trust them because he knows no matter what era humans live in, there will always be a struggle for power in a family like theirs. Though I'm pretty sure Midnight can handle us all alone.

Natasha wondered what she needed but Tanchel noticed the activated hologram at the center of the office. "Oh, you're using the upgraded one." She grinned. "You upgraded it?" Morbius wondered. Tanchel nodded. "Yes, Master Morbius," she confirmed. "So?" Natasha cut to the chase and asked her again. "Oh, right. Lady Nat, here's the mask you ask for you to wear. Gem and I made it and we both want you to try it out since we need to check on how much sky power you can release when you use it." Tanchel informed her as she handed a pure black mask with white broken lightning designed over the right side of it.

“Come in.” The door open, and Abigail stepped in, her usual polite smile in place. “The boat is waiting, miss. Also…” She stepped forward, holding a silver tray. “Mr. Powers asked me to give you this.” I looked down. Resting on the tray was a black mask, simple and perfect. It matched my dress like it was made for me. But it wouldn’t really hide me, not from anyone who really knew me. "Thanks," I said, taking the mask from the tray. Abigail gave me a polite smile before stepping aside.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

“I don’t… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” His grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back further until I was forced to look at him. Even through the mask, I could feel his gaze burning into me, hungry and possessive. “That’s the thing about power, little one,” he murmured, his thumb grazing my jawline. “It doesn’t ask permission. *He leaned in closer, his masked face mere inches from hers. The intensity of his gaze seemed to pierce right through her, seeing all the conflicting emotions swirling within.*

"She died when I was seven." "I know." Morwen reached across the table and took my hand. Her skin was cold, papery. "I hid you well. I masked your scent, buried your power so deep that even you didn't know it existed. But the mask is fading. Viktor has sensed something. That's why Lydia is sniffing around." Alistair leaned forward. "Can you remove the mask? Show us what she really is?" "I can." Morwen looked at him. "But it will hurt. And once it's done, Viktor will know. The moment her power awakens, he will feel it. Like a beacon in the dark."

"Name your price, Sable. Sign a contract to work only for me, and you never have to dance on this public stage again." A sudden surge of triumph settled into my chest when I saw the money, but it made me sad too. This was the man I loved, but he only wanted me when I hid my true self. I leaned down a little bit, keeping my face away from his hands. I made my voice sound lower so my boss would never recognize his quiet assistant. "Some things cannot be bought so easily, Mr. Ashford," I replied, tilting my head. "Everything has a price," Blake muttered, his jaw tightening. He reached out and tried to grab the edge of my silk dress. "Especially a woman hiding behind a piece of metal. Show me wh

The way those dead glass eyes stared up at me while a hot mouth swallowed my cock. The driver’s door clicks open. Kyler slides back in, shaking off the rain like a golden retriever, a plastic pharmacy bag rustling in his hand. "Got the good stuff, Captain." He tosses the bag onto my lap, the bottles clattering together. "Zara would kill me if I let you stay bruised up."