Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

Whatever the feelings were, it was intertwined in his soul. “Do I look that bad?” She whispers. Without a word, he lifted a mask from a nearby tray as though that was his answer. It was crafted of silver and shaped like intertwining vines with faint crystals set along the edges. He held it before her and muttered in what felt like a strange voice. “For the evening,” he said quietly. Bella inclined her head and allowed him to secure it telling herself not to put too much in his voice. His fingers brushed lightly against her temples, careful this time as he wore the mask over her face concealing it

Unlike me. Reaching behind my head I pull on the black velvet string tied at the back and let my mask fall to my lap. “I’m sorry, I was heading out when a few of my fans spotted me. They freaking chased me all over the place, even as I was interviewing with Radio Splash FM.” “Shit, are you okay, did they see your face?” “I’m fine, I was able to hide both times before they could catch me.” I say to reassure him and shut my eyes.

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 protested, but I could see the smile tugging at his lips. "Na you know," I laughed. "Any news on Victoria's whereabouts?" "Yes, I was just about to tell you. She got caught on a secret camera at Larry's airport. The person who helped her is definitely oblivious to the fact that there's a secret camera around the check-in, because the other footages were cleared," he explained. "Wow... so she successfully got out of the country. Was the person that helped her also captured on the footage?" I asked. "No, she seemed to be there alone because she was wearing a face cap and a nose mask. I asked the staff if I could get the information of the person with the mask, and they gave it to me. I real

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."

The girl's eyes water with tears and my heart aches at the site. "Is there a problem my Lady?" A woman in a black dress and black gloves speaks from my side. Her hair is tied in a neat bun at the back of her head, she has a pointed nose and thin lips. Her eyes have tiny wrinkles at the corners and she smiles at me but I don't smile back. The little girls go silent and I hear a them gasp, I look to them and see them all tense as the one who touched me shrinks back into her friends who slightly push her forward.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

The redhead thought she had entitlement, the right to demand things and threaten various people at will, including Bethany. "Not tonight." Bethany pulled up to the club and got out, walking into the loud sound of Pitbull's “Time of our Lives” screaming from the speakers. Ben waved his hands wildly at her, a large table over in the far corner theirs. She walked toward them, cursing herself for forgetting a mask. The theme that night was half-mast and the mask was only allowed to cover your eyes. Bethany laughed at the large clown mask that Ben pulled from his face, a large smile on his mouth. "Hey, girl. Where is your mask?"

I go upstairs to get changed and put on a bulletproof vest underneath my tux, luckily for us this is a masked party and we will be able to blend in well. I picked out two full face masks which have no facial expressions on them. After I am done getting ready I head down and hand Brian his mask, “Really sir? You couldn't get something that I could breathe in?” I give Brian a look of disappointment and he takes the mask from me, “Do you want those mother fuckers to figure out who we are?”