Romans & histoires Shin Masked Rider

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

“To make sure no one pulls anything shady.” Something about that made warmth spread through my chest. Still, I hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to deal with the attention. If Riley’s already talking about me, then—” Ryder pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black mask. I blinked. “What’s that for?” He smirked. “If you don’t want them to know it’s you… then don’t let them.” I stared at him. He tossed it at me and I caught it. “Problem solved, darling.”

They all cheered happily, jumping in the air. I pulled one of the teens' bikes. "Here is your brake. You match to slow down in case of steep slopes. And this is the accelerator." I had begun explaining the parts to them when Jayden showed again n his red biker jacket, leather boots, hand gloves, and a mask. "How about I join you guys?" The children turned, caught sight of him, and a higher percentage of them cheered and screamed. "The masked biker! Masked biker!" My rage tripled. When our eyes met, I threw all shades of bitter hateful glare at him, while he just held a nasty smirk.

"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?"

BAM! Three gunshots rang out, loud as thunder. I curled into a ball on the dirt, screaming. The man in the mask let out a sharp cry of pain, clutching his leg as he stumbled back. He didn't stay to fight. He scrambled back to the SUV, leaving a trail of blood on the road, and zoomed off in a cloud of exhaust. The bike skidded to a stop right in front of me, the kickstand clicking into place. The rider was covered in leather gear and a dark helmet. He jumped off and rushed to me.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.

Quickly, I put back my mask and he nods in appreciation. This leaves me with more questions than answers. Who is this guy and why did he feel at ease when I put on my mask? It feels as if he was scared someone might recognize me. After putting on my mask, I move closer to the ring and sit there. "Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!"

He heard a crack and his head snapped back. “Shit.” Shadow Hunter cursed aloud and slowly let his leg down on the muddy puddle. A mask was set over the bridge of his nose, covering his face from the nose down. “Hi there!” He grinned from under his mask. And he instantly pulled out a sharp, long knife. Erdem had completely turned around by then and before the assassin could position himself, Erdem was already in front of him. Erdem pushed the knife out of his hold with a strike and his other hand collided with the assassin’s jaw squarely.