Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

She’s already been groped by a senator twice. Where the hell is Arthur? “Need a refill? Or is there something else you need?” She turns. A man in a simple black mask stands beside her. Not handsome. Not ugly. Just… forgettable. The kind of man you wouldn’t look at twice. “No thanks,” Bethany says flatly, turning away. “You’re the life of the party,” he says casually. “Even when death nearly took you.” Bethany freezes. The man smiles beneath the mask. She turns slowly to face him again. “Excuse me?”

He scratched his clean cut black hair and snorted, making Black and Flute look at him. "Mga 'tol, can you at least explain everything in the simplest way a noob can understand? Don't you feel pity to Yuri?" he asked, shooting Yuri a sideway glance who glared at him. He faked a cough. Grabe! He's just trying to make them laugh, you know! But no one did! How cruel they were to Mijo. Black smiled again. "We will be the members of The Masked. Just like the wizards in my story and the Four Horsemen, we will be doing something entertaining using our abilities to grab attention."

"People will probably start showing up in half an hour, but you can wear a mask to this ball to make things more interesting. Would you like to choose a beautiful mask, Ms. Deschamps?" A mask? Hesper's eyes shone as she nodded. Briar walked over to the mask vendor while Hesper looked around the stand. Rickard's mask was silver; she thought he looked mysterious yet alluring. She wanted to choose a similar one. Her face had already been altered, so if half her face was covered, no one would recognize her.

My Anaconda is getting impatient day by day. "Hubby, not on lips. You will ruin my Lipper. Not now please." I pouted. He sighed and pulled me outside grumbling something. I laughed sneakily. we headed towards the venue. In the car, he handed me a box. I opened it and was surprised to see the Two masks. Hmm! My mask was representing half-butterfly with black and golden colour. And Daniel's mask was a simple black colour. "So tell me about this party?" I asked to get the information about the event as you should be prepared beforehand attending something new.

Realizing his mask was in his hand, Bill said, "And may I ask you one thing?" "Anything," the young man replied quickly. "I mean, I'd do anything for you, since you saved my life, sir." Bill nodded and smiled again, "Well, I ask that you keep my secret." "What do you mean, sir?" the boy asked in confusion. Bill quickly put on his silver mask and said, "Let's pretend you never saw my face. Do you understand?" The teenage boy gaped but then he nodded, "If I may know, what's your name, sir?"

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

” Why am I so angry, it’s not like he owes me anything “, Bianca muttered to herself. She heard the sounds of people trooping into the villa and realized she still had a party to attend. Bianca stood up and decided to take a bath, hoping that would stop tears from rolling down her cheeks. ”Where is the young woman Damian brought home?”Alex asked one of the housekeepers, before removing his party mask for recognition. He made his way up the stairs and headed to Bianca’s room.” It’s Alex”, Alex said after rapping his knuckles on the door.” I’m coming “, Bianca said finally zipping up the dress after many failed attempts. Alex could not believe his eyes,” You look beautiful “, he said to Bianca

Back then, we had agreed that if we were meeting the next night, we would place an acorn in the tree hollow. "It's you!" I grasped Waylon's hand excitedly. "You… You're the boy with the wooden mask!" My voice was barely audible as I spoke. "But why… Why did you never say anything?" "Because I was a coward back then," Waylon replied. His voice was low, as if the weight of a long-buried secret had finally come crashing down. Waylon was the Alpha's heir to the Nocterra pack. He had been strictly trained since childhood, and even sneaking out to see me was a huge risk.

Though I'm pretty sure Midnight can handle us all alone. After a few minutes, we finally arrived outside their uncle's office. I gently knocked on the door and called him out, "Sir? It's Zen. I'm with your nieces right now. May we come in?". The door opened, and the person who came into our view wasn't the boss but instead his Secretary, Vera Williams. She smiled at us, then bowed at the sight of Midnight and Zithea. Well, they're pretty much like the heirs.

You don't know who might be waiting for you," he orders softly. “I saw him tonight,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyes squint. “Who?” "The Man in the Mask." “What mask?” His stiffened body, "Black. He was just standing there—" Ezra's hand drops. "You're sure?" "Yes He's breathing through his teeth, with cloudy eyes. "Then you shouldn’t have come home alone." ′Ezra... He walks past me, headed for the door. "Stay inside," he tells me.