Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

Allan took deep breaths to calm himself. The masked man was either a robot or a man like himself. Both ways, he hoped that his plan would work like the first time. He pulled a duvet over Cassandra and kissed her on the forehead. Gazing at her one more time, he smiled, strolled to the door, opened it, and stepped out. “Where is the masked man?” Allan asked Darel, who was pacing here and there. Even with the door unlocked, he knew that Darel wouldn’t come in unless he asked him to.

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. He sighed loudly as he placed the box down on the counter with a loud thud. "Mr. Windchestly, could you please not bother the girl with your silly stories." He scolded. "Now, go!" In the corner of her eye, Melody could see the man, Mr. Windchestly nod and start to walk away wordlessly; conceding to the command. Maggie found it odd but was happy the deranged man was now away from her. Once he left, the green-eyed man looked at Melody who was still a little speechless and chuckled slightly, "Don't mind him. He's a lit

I turned back to the front and was shocked to see the silver-masked man in front of me. "Ahhh," I screamed in horror and wanted to fall but he was quick to catch me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist supporting my weightless body. The silver moonlight seemed to set on his face that was covered in a mask. This is the devil that has been tormenting me for the past Eight years. I don't even know who he was and I'm sure I don't want to know. "Do you want to run away now?" He asked with a raised brow. Though his face was covered with a mask, I could tell he was smirking at me. His dark Phoenix eyes gaze into mine and my body shivered slightly

It was too soon, too crazy, and too demented to be in love after everything so enamored would have to suffice. “Did you make this dress too?” He asked as he must have noticed the lack of factory quality. I pulled the skirt up just slightly before nodding. “Not before leaving my blood all over it…” I lifted my fingers and he quickly took them in his mouth. Just pecks on the fingertips, but enough to feel his tongue peek out and make my bottom lip a prisoner between my teeth. “Ahem.” The sever returned with drinks I didn't even notice were ordered by Jackson.

Whiffs of burnt skin created a dark fragrance around the dungeons as the masked man sat on a huge chair and watched the suffering. “Master, we have finished with the rogue wolves, they are all ready to accept your commands.” A woman who wore a black long dress bowed as she stood before the masked man. Upon hearing this, he blew smoke out of his pale lips and threw the cigarette he was holding to the ground. As he walked down the small stairs, he stepped on the half cigarette and went to check the wolves. They all had their heads lowered and they were motionless, smirking a bit, his deep voice then echoed in the dungeon, “Rise.” Immediately, the wolves all stood up from the ground, as if cont

Ginevra “Tell me your darkest secret.” I look at him confused before I bubble over with laughter. “You are such a maniac.” He smiles as he takes a pull off the cigarette we are sharing before handing it over to me. We are cuddled into a love seat because I didn’t feel comfortable to stay on the bed, after all that mess we did on it already. The ridiculous thing is that, because of some kind of strange fetish-destiny, we are still wearing our masks. I feel like he tried to get mine off a few times while I was completely under his mercy, and I’m thankful he refrained from it eventually.

The man with a mask over his face. *

What if he would take Bruna elsewhere, a place that I would never be able to find out? ------ Bruna's POV I wonder where did the mask man go, leaving me alone in the bathroom. My breath hitched in my throat when I heard the door clicking open. The devil was back. Before I could dive deeper into this mysterious man, I heard Clara's voice. "Here's the wedding gown, Master." Clara ushered in, her hands holding the exact replica of the gown that I had destroyed in the bathtub. Oh no! What should I do now? The masked man got happier on seeing the gown and he took it in his hands. Smiling at me, he said, handing over the gown to me, "Come on, wear this quickly for your ex-husband and your hubby, t

Another night of passion touching, he seems to be not enough, always can put me tired out. In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up. There was a man's breath beside me, and MK was still there. Tonight the moon is very round, very bright, the moonlight through the balcony sprinkled in, shining on MK's silver mask. My heart moved. "MK." I gave a little cry. MK was fast asleep and did not wake up. I want to know who MK is, desperately want to know. My heart was pounding so fast that it almost burst out of my chest. I wanted to unmask MK and see who he really was.

A slender figure stood in Harry's way. Masked, the person's countenance remained a mystery. The imposing physique and the pleasing voice alone suggested that this must be an exceedingly attractive man. Harry's face turned slightly unpleasant as he retorted, "I was the one who invited her first." "So what?" The masked man gave an elegant smile and executed a classic English aristocratic gesture toward Larissa. "Gorgeous, may I have the privilege of inviting you to dance?" The man turned to Larissa and asked. Larissa's lips twitched as she grabbed his hand, forcefully dragging him onto the dance floor.