Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

"Step back. If you don’t want to be infected, you shouldn’t be this close." His brows furrowed, but after a moment, he did as I said, moving to lean against the doorframe, the cloth tied around his face making his dark eyes more…prominent. Do the masks even work or were we just making assumptions? I crouched beside the man, pulling the small vial of warm water from my pouch. The dried Somnaris Bloom crumbled easily between my gloved fingers as I sprinkled it into the liquid, swirling it gently until the water took on a faint bluish tint.

" It was this act again—they'd threaten and bribe in turns, all so Evelyn could keep her precious image intact. Unfortunately, I was no longer someone they could push around. "Sorry, but I've already started a live stream." I waved my phone, the screen displaying a live stream interface. "Dear viewers, do you see this? This is the prestigious Burch family of Baymouth. "The eldest daughter is falsely accused of plagiarism, and not only do the parents want to break her hands without bothering to find out the truth, but they don't even have the guts to check the surveillance footage. Grab your cups, this tea is fresh." The viewer count in the live stream room skyrocketed instantly.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Mask Princess sensed there was something important about the paintings, and she wondered why he was so protective of them. Upon laying eyes on the faceless woman, Mask Princess was left utterly stunned and speechless. She couldn't fathom what she was seeing, but her fist clenched tight when she saw the name etched onto it. 'Unah' was written in bold letters - a name that seemed to carry a weight she couldn't define. Almost every single picture of the faceless woman had a name written on it, leaving Mask Princess feeling like she was missing a crucial puzzle piece - a piece to a puzzle whose total picture she couldn't see.

Preston pulled out a white handkerchief, wiped the frosting off his cuff, and walked away with a grimace on his face. They were at a party, not in some place for a catfight between women. Still in a state of shock, Rhea walked out of the banquet hall with heavy steps. Luna watched the two walk away, feeling a bit surprised. Her face under the mask itched a little, so she raised a hand to scratch it. Before she went to the venue, she hired and paid a makeup artist to put an unsightly scar on her face in case her mask came off. The makeup artist assured Luna that the scar he had drawn on her face was completely waterproof, would never harm her skin, and could only be erased with the special ma

The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors, No Names, Green Dot = Yes to Everything Except Pain.” I bought the black half-mask, had them stamp my wrist with the green dot, and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain.

Things would have been different if you would have tell me that you don't remember your collage days. He clutched on the glass and broke it into pieces. He was not in his right senses. He took the piece of glass and started carving on his arm. 'I can't imagine myself without you... I never stopped loving you. It was just a blind anger. I am sorry... Please come back. You can't leave me like this. You were the only one for me and no one can take your place in my heart...' He carved her name and drenched himself in his own blood.

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

"The supernatural world is bigger than you think, nephew And right now you off all people need to be on the low." "What do you mean?" Her hands hovered on my exposed neck. Shit the jacket!? It must have fallen outside. “On no account should you forget to apply your masking powder, the bluecreek town are friendly to the other supernatural, but not to us…” “Why is that, aunt?” I asked the very questions, I know the answer too. “There are things…” “...better left unsaid” I finished for her what she wa about to say, already standing up to head to my room.

Iris Masked Muse. The username was clear as day, along with the teaser image of my masked face and bare shoulders, save for the faint hint of lace right where my chest was cut off. 'A little teaser for what came next’ I'd called it back when I'd uploaded the photo. It was visible. The notification for tonight’s stream still glowed at the top. Oh God. Heat flooded my cheeks. I dropped to my knees, snatching the phone and clutching it against my chest as if that could erase it.