Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

“That’s what they all say. But we both know, Mistress… that just like you I always get what I want.” “No,” I said, stepping backward, trying not to collapse. “You’re not the one with a claim, I don’t know you and you do not know me either. ” “Neither is he,” the masked man replied darkly. “You think Asher will come for you? He’s too busy being an arrogant self centered egotistical hypocrite. He doesn’t even know where you are. Neither does he care but I do.. I care, I've always cared.” I stared at him, my lips curling into a slow smile. “Asher? Me? The hell am I supposed to do with Asher.. You really don’t know me. You.. you got the wrong girl.”

Everyone wore masks—half faces, full faces, sequins, feathers. Eden wore black lace that fit her like liquid night. Cassian wore a sharp suit and a silver mask that turned him into a stranger she wanted to know. They danced slowly. Close. The world fading around them. Until someone whispered her name. “Eden.” She turned. A man in a white mask stood behind her, tall and sharp-eyed. “We need to talk. Alone.” Cassian stepped between them. “She’s with me.” The man smirked. “But does she know who you really are?”

"Must be nice to have these two bitches jiggling while your cunt rides my cock. Damn, I so want to do you right here in the open. Isn't that exciting?" "I... Sir, please let go of me." But her pleas fell on deaf ears. He turned her to face him and lifted her face with a finger. "I'll let you go without a scratch if you kiss me." She blenched. No way was she doing that. "3... 2... 1. It's settled then. No kisses but injuries. Wise choice, young lady," the man chuckled, making her flinch. "Since you're too timid to suggest a game, I'll do the honours. Firstly, shut those things you call eyes," the masked man ordered, making more alarm bells ring in her head.

May voiced out, her real intentions revealed and she smiled victoriously while keeping an innocent face so her father won't find anything off. “That's a right decision, I'm gonna speak with him," he supported as he head down the hall, going towards Lucien Who doesn't know Lucien, a handicapped masked mysterious man, his ABO identity is unknown as well as his face, one couldn't guess how many years he is neither do people know anything about him, “Lucien Von Nightshade. “Just like that you are sold off, I pray you find happiness in your new home so as your mad mother," May provoked, her expression and attitude nasty and arrogant.

The man in the clown mask moved like he was dancing, yet every step seemed like a fight to pull Amelia away from Lucas. Lucas’ expression was like stone. He kept dancing while fending off the masked man. Something about the masked man gave off a dangerous air, setting Lucas on edge. There was no way he would let another man take Amelia from him. Under the mask, Amelia’s brows drew together. She quickly guessed who the masked man was, Terrence. His black pupils might have fooled others, but she knew his aggressive aura too well. He must have been wearing colored contact lenses; his real eyes were blue. Even with only his eyes visible, she could almost see the devilish grin on that handsome fa

I suggested, “I can be a good rep for you” "it's alright," Leo shrugged “I got this” He guided me off the dance floor toward our table. "It won't take long." I sat at our table, feeling anxious as I watched Leo approach the mysterious figure, lean in close to speak. There was something familiar about their interaction that made me wonder why it was necessary. I was contemplating whether to go somewhere else when a man in a gold-trimmed black mask appeared before me. "A beautiful lady shouldn't be sitting alone at a masquerade," he said, offering his hand. "May I tempt you with a drink at the bar?"

The noble’s hand tightens around hers, his grip unrelenting. “Stay away from him,” he says, voice dangerously soft. There’s no amusement in his tone anymore, no veil of indifference. For the first time, Emery senses something deeper beneath his perfect, detached mask—something dark and possessive. The masked man, the one who should be dead, extends his hand toward her. “This time,” he murmurs, “let’s see if you make the right choice.” The room shudders. The walls ripple, the chandeliers flicker.

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.

Shadow groaned in pain as he tried to look for the one who spoke. "It's funny how much you suffered while she's married to the mafia boss. Probably in bed with him right this second," the man taunted before laughing loudly. Shadow didn't have the ability to fight back and he just laid there until the man bent down to look him in the eyes. But he was wearing a mask. "You?" Shadow struggled to ask as he tried reaching out for Daimon who was having fun tormenting him. "I had trouble locating you, I hope you don't mind the delay in saving your hopeless ass," Daimon explained before calling out for the assassins he brought with him to carry Shadow in a stretcher.