Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

Summers cleared her throat and pulled my attention. "Who'd like to explain?" We remained silent. "Bretton Parker, what's wrong with your jaw?" Brett took a brief glance at Sean and looked back at Mrs. Summers before continuing, "Sean punched me." "Ms.Blue, is he stating the truth?" She asked me. "Excuse me! I am saying-" Brett tried. "Ms.Blue.” Mrs. Summers addresses me with her glare still fixed on Brett, “Truth or not?" "Um…" I looked at Sean, puzzled. He looked at me and cocked his eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes and said, "Yes."

Xyla finally nodded. Right then, the door opened… Josh Batton slowly walked into the living room… At this moment, Josh was wearing a light-blue, short-sleeved jacket with a white T-shirt on the inside. He was also wearing a pair of light-blue jeans. His short, dense hair was parted in a ratio of three to seven, and his bangs were blown into a heart shape on his forehead. A black mask covered most of his face. However, even so, it still couldn’t conceal his handsome and refreshing look.

I had to fulfill it. "Okay, this is where I leave you to it, Thalia," Billie said, her voice playful as she watched Kobee and Rosco slip deeper into the crowd, their figures blending with the sea of people. Their suits and masks made them unrecognizable, just like everyone else. I glanced back at Billie, and it was almost like looking at a stranger. The mask she wore had small jewels that caught the light, brightening her eyes. Unlike mine, which was plain, with a dangling gem on the nose and a feather that poked out from the left side.

After Noa asked Casey, he found out that she was in a bad mood tonight and that she didn't want to go back to Griselda's house, so he insisted that Tyrone and Tommy swipe his card, go to the hotel next door, and rented a room for Bertha. Waiting until Tyrone and Casey left, he helped Bertha out of the VIP room. Noa had not even taken two steps when a figure suddenly jumped in front of them in an instant. Waiting for him to react, Bertha was transferred to the lap of the man opposite. The man wore a silver-gray mask. Although his face could not be seen, anger could be seen in his eyes. The surrounding atmosphere was very low. Just looking at the mask, Noa knew his nickname. Noa smiled and gre

(A bauta mask covers the full face, it got square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth) "What's wrong with my mask?" I asked. It looks cool. "You don't get the point Mr.Choi. In every masquerade party, a bauta mask is a no-no for handsome guys like us. You look like an ogre!" He even crossed his arms. "What about your mask? You are only wearing a half-mask. People can recognize you easily." "Of course! They must see my face. It could be a shame if I don't share my pretty face to everyone," he boasted. Sometimes, I really want to punch him hard.

He tilted his head back, held his breath, scrambled to take off his short-sleeved t-shirt, wiped the vomit off his face, and glared at Blackie. "You're just going to watch? Hurry up and get me water!" "Yes yes yes…” Blackie quickly let go of Alex and went back to the car to get mineral water. Alex stared at the masked man's right arm, where there was a tattoo in the shape of a wing, which looked very familiar.

Emily jumped, "Uncle..." "Emily, don't be afraid. I'm here, and I won't let anyone bully you." Just as Bert spoke, he noticed the mask on Mr. Satan's face and was taken aback. "Who are you? Why wear a mask in broad daylight? What shameful thing have you done that you can't show your face?" Emily quickly intervened, "Uncle, this gentleman is my friend who has helped me a lot. He just doesn't want to reveal his identity..." Bert looked suspicious, "He's helping you but doesn't show his face?"

As the butler got the car ready, Mindy herself was already standing in front of what remained of the Schuyler family’s mansion. “Excuse me, but have you seen anyone wearing a mask? He’s about this tall and with his mask down, he has serious burn marks around his eyes…” asked a girl to a random passer-by as she lifted her hand over her head to mimic how tall Sanderson was. “…No I haven’t…?” replied the confused man.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"