Behind The Mask Phantom Of The Opera の小説・ストーリー

Denera Even in my dizzy state, I finally managed to pay attention to his face. Although he had a mask on, it covered only half of his facial structure, leaving his lips and the left side of his jawline exposed. It reminded me of the musical, Phantom of the Opera. Maybe it was just the drink talking but I was heavily attracted to him like that for some reason. “You look kissable,” I smiled cheerfully, placing my palm on his chest as I stared into his dark eyes. For a moment I saw his gaze soften but it was only for a while and then I saw it turn to something like a glare once again.

Killian said as he put the stack of papers away. He raided his top drawer and took out two masks. One was a white mask resembling Caspian’s Phantom of the Opera mask, except it was open on the opposite side. The other was a white lace mask adorned with crystals. “Nice,” Caspian nodded approvingly. “Let’s go,” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

Anyone who looked up wouldn't need a second guess to what we were doing. And the thought set me off, my scream muffled by Alpha Cole's other fingers which covered my mouth, my teeth biting into his rough palm. When I came to, my head leaning against his chest, he was licking his fingers clean of my essence, his expression that of pure need. The crowd applauded at the same time, as though hailing his performance. I forced my eyes down the stage, a new performance had begun, entitled The Phantom of the Opera. "You taste so fucking good. I'm going to fuck you hard when we get home."

Because I'll be untouchable. With one last look, I secure my mask and leave. Making my way downstairs. The party is already in full swing. With people dressed to the nines and different types of masks adorning their faces. I feel his gaze before I see him. Looking around, I spot him standing in a group of other men dressed in suits like him but somehow he manages to stand out. His gaze rakes down my body then back up. Leaving a trail of electricity in its wake. He's wearing a half-face phantom mask and I can see his jaw working on the part that's not covered. He's also not the only one looking at me. The men standing next to him have stopped talking to follow his gaze. Shit, maybe this wasn'

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

Taking a cushion from my bed, I throw it at her giggling. “Pervert.” She laughs as it hits her straight in the face while I can’t wait to set up a fake profile. The moment she leaves to go home, I take out my mask and the button he gave to me. Emptying the top of my dresser, standing below one of my windows, I put the mask and his button on top of it. I take a quick picture. But as the nervous wreck I am, I keep deleting every take before taking a new one. Always because I’m scared that he would get a hint on where I am because you can spot some leaves from a tree standing on our grounds, or because he could find out who I am by the color of my furniture. And also, because he surely spots my

Tonight,I'm accompanying Lore to his friend's company opening celebration party. I turn to my side in front of the mirror, checking if the dress is perfect. It's a long green satin dress which has a slit running up my left thigh and open behind,showing the skin of my back. I paired it with black string heels and tied my hair in a tight bun. Lore appears behind me and I watch him through the mirror as he wears his cufflinks. I sweep my gaze all over his body and secretly admit to myself that he really looks very handsome tonight in his perfectly pressed pants,long white sleeved shirt and shiny styled hair.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."