Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

I take it off and the memory of how she grasped me and swiftly scratched from my neck to my shoulders with her sharp claws. I rush out of the bathroom back into the room naked. I pick up the mask again. I place it close to my nose. I’m hoping to get a scent from it that might help in finding out who this mysterious girl is. The scent sits quite well with me. I know this scent, but I don’t know why I can’t place my hand rightly on who has it. It jams my head that I have to drop the mask abruptly on the bed. It’s more like there’s a contradiction between my nostrils and my head. The scent coming through is causing an unexplainable mixuture that’s giving a harsh reaction.

So, while she found no way to save herself, Aspen fell to her knees and waited for the worst to happen. “The mask is a very creative one,” Kailin commented while his hand displayed a little bottle. “It can never come off easily unless this dissolver is used.” “It can come off itself if you leave it for a few more days. Besides, as Lance said, the dissolver is a rare one, you don’t want to waste resources.” He held her chin and looked down at her as though showing her the might of his power. “Don’t yap too much, Doctor Sabrina. Focus on finding a good excuse that will save you from the charges found against you.”

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

Freya grins. I lean down and pick up one of the masks, it's from The Purge movie. I toss it to the side, it's probably not the best one to wear in this situation. I take a balaclava that has a skull printed on it and hand it to Axel. He pulls in over his head and I almost swoon. The mask covers most of his face apart from his eyes, which look even more piercing in the mask, and damn if he doesn't look dangerous and sexy as hell. “Perfect, just some black paint around his eyes and he will look so badass, and completely unrecognisable,” Freya beams.

Naked would be much better. “Later,” Chase promises. “Come on, we’re here.” He hands me a mask, and I place it on, following their lead. Each of them wears a different mask—creepy as hell clowns. If I were afraid of clowns, I’d probably be cowering right now. I don't have a clown one. Instead, I’m wearing a horrifying bunny mask, which feels more fitting for a horror movie than a hunting game. This whole setup feels more like the Purge than anything else, especially with the masks.

Yes, it was Shane, his pockmarked half-mask lifted to stare intently at Daniel. "G-Shane!" Lea unconsciously exclaimed. Shane looked at Lea, then seemed to frown, trying to dive into the face behind the hollow brown mask. Lea immediately took off her mask, revealing her face, which was now blushing because she was a little embarrassed but also pleased to meet Shane, even in an unusual way.

Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.

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Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

I didn’t expect it to be this crowded. "One more thing." Alden reached into his jacket and produced a mask. Black, fine net. He held it out toward me. "It's a masked show. Nobody will know you are here." I took it from his hand and turned it over. “So tonight be whoever you want to be.” It sounded like the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. "Thank you." I said. He smiled slowly, his eyes darken as she leaned closer to my ear. "Don't thank me yet."