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Batman Mask Of Phantom

SLAVE TO THE MASKED BEAST

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.
Black_Butterfly18 · 1.1K Views

A Woman Without a Mask

At 28, Clara Hayes has mastered the art of wearing masks. To her colleagues, she’s the perpetually cheerful graphic designer who never misses a deadline. To her overbearing mother, she’s the dutiful daughter hiding her anxiety behind polished smiles. To the world, she’s a woman who “has it all together”—except she’s crumbling inside. Clara’s life unravels during a corporate presentation where a panic attack strips her façade raw. Humiliated and exhausted, she flees to a quiet coastal town, renting a cottage owned by an eccentric, free-spirited potter named Marisol. There, Clara stumbles upon a dusty journal in the attic, its pages filled with haunting sketches and anonymous confessions from a woman who once lived there decades earlier. The entries mirror Clara’s own suffocating duality: “I paint myself in colors the world approves of, but my soul is a grayscale.” As Clara tentatively befriends Marisol and a reclusive widower, Eli, who runs the town’s crumbling bookstore, she begins confronting the lies she’s told herself for years. Through their unconventional guidance—and the journal’s cryptic wisdom—she starts shedding her masks one by one. But vulnerability comes at a cost: her corporate career teeters, her mother’s disapproval intensifies, and a buried trauma from her teenage years resurfaces, threatening to drown her newfound courage. When Clara’s raw, unfiltered artwork—created in secret—goes viral, she faces a choice: return to the safety of her old illusions or step into the terrifying freedom of living unapologetically. But the journal hides a final secret, linking Clara’s journey to the cottage’s mysterious past, forcing her to question whether true authenticity is a rebellion… or a homecoming.
Daoist5CDTxH · 676 Views

Phantom Covenant: Rise of the Spiritbound

#DARKFANTASY #FANTASY #SUPERNATURAL #URBANFANTASY In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living are left to fear what lurks beyond the veil. For centuries, humanity has believed all spirits are vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more dangerous. Some spirits exist to devour, to corrupt, to break the boundaries between life and death. Yet others—those bound by fate—offer power beyond imagination to those they deem worthy. Arman never wanted to be a hero. A loner by nature, he kept his head down, avoiding trouble, living a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But all of that changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he is thrust into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who seek to twist it into something monstrous. As ancient forces stir and the boundaries between the worlds begin to crack, Arman is faced with an impossible truth: the power within him is not just a gift, but a curse that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and an unseen force pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of this power, the secrets hidden in the echoes of the past, and the role he is meant to play in a war that has raged for centuries. Because if he fails—if he falls—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself. A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but is Arman truly ready for what lies ahead?
CelestialWordsmith · 3.8K Views

UnHero: The Crowned Phantom

In a world where the unseen weaves fate and power is both a blessing and a curse, the awakened are called Phantoms—warriors bound to the spirits, their strength the only shield between humanity and annihilation. Long ago, when the Wraithborn first descended—eldritch horrors that slithered from the void beyond existence—humanity stood at the edge of ruin. The skies darkened, cities crumbled, and no blade nor bullet could harm these spectral abominations. Then came the First Call—whispers from the Spiritscape, a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Those who heard it awakened as phantoms, wielding power borrowed from spirits unseen, pushing back the darkness and carving the first fragile dawn of survival. But survival had a price. Phantoms became the weapons of the world. The Regency regulated the phantoms, dictating their purpose: to fight or be discarded. Yet among them stood the Crowned Phantoms, legends of their kind, those who had ascended beyond the ordinary, commanding the Spiritscape with unrivaled mastery. They were kings among warriors, epitomes of power, the history of the ones revered. Countless yearned to be crowned, to stand above all, to forge their names in eternity. Kael Veyne wanted none of it. Awakened at the age of three—far too young, far too dangerous—Kael understood what others refused to see. Power was not glory. Power was chained. The world loved its heroes when they won but discarded them the moment they failed. He watched as Phantoms bled, as the Regency dictated their lives, as those who sought greatness were crushed under the weight of expectation. So he made a choice. He hid. For years, he lived in the shadows, using his power only to protect himself, refusing to be another cog in the machine. He wanted a quiet life, a life that was his. But fate is never kind to those who defy it. A single moment—an unseen ripple in the fabric of destiny—threatens to unravel everything. The Wraithborn are changing stronger, and no longer bound by the laws that once held them back. The Spiritscape stirs, its whispers louder than ever. The Regency is watching. And in the depths of the unseen world, an ancient prophecy murmurs of an emperor who walks between realms, commanding the spirits themselves. Kael has spent his life running from the inevitable. But when the tide rises and the world begins to shift, when all eyes turn toward him—will he remain a ghost in the crowd… or will the Spirit Emperor rise?
Helixj · 1.3K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 3.4K Views
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