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Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

How else was she supposed to feel when the man she had given a lap dance to one night turned out to be her boss the very next day? “Whatever. I’m heading out,” she said, sliding her bag over her shoulder. “Give Eric my love, tell him Aunt Amy misses him,” Amy called after her. “Sure thing. See you tomorrow,” Mackenzie replied with a wave before leaving. ********** wanna thank you all for you support. it means a lot to me as a newbie writer. thank you all for giving my book an audience. please add up to you library and drop a review. and also tell me you thought about Mackenzie and Alexander? ************

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab

Chapter 45: When Masks Hide More Than Just Our Faces Today Aria zipped her hoodie tighter, pulling the ball cap lower over her eyes as Selene handed her the sleek, dark face mask. “You really don’t have to look like a bank robber every time we go out,” Aria teased, slipping the mask on. Selene only gave her a dry look and adjusted the strap under her own chin. “Better safe than sorry. Running shoes. Comfortable clothes. No flashy colors. We’re not trying to be seen, okay?” Selene reminded her, checking over Aria’s outfit like a drill sergeant preparing for deployment.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Chapter 14 FACE MASK! That was Alexa’s solution to hiding her lips from Aslan. Thank God she had brought boxes of masks from Manila to Escobar. She used them in the hospital, so she had plenty on hand. And now, she used her weapon against the rapist, Aslan. She faced him confidently wearing her pink hospital mask. Disgusting. He was her mother’s lover, and now he had kissed her. Aslan was revolting. And what was this?

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

I look out the window, and large gates block our path, but after the men traveling with me exchange a few words with the guards, they allow us to pass. “You’ll need this, miss.” One of the men informs me, handing me a beautiful mask that covers most of my face. “What is this for?” I ask with a frown, momentarily saddened to think that bonbon doesn’t want people to know we’re a couple. I'm almost about to ask them to turn around and take me back. “It’s for security, miss.” Not entirely convinced by his words, I take it and fasten it behind my head.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

"Do I really have to wear this?" Ivy asked, staring at the mask in her hand—a sleek piece made of deep black velvet, its shape narrowing at the corners to elegantly frame her features. There were no gaudy feathers, no over-the-top embellishments. Just a single satin ribbon meant to be tied at the back. Simple, but striking in its elegance. Mysterious. Alluring. “Does everyone have to wear masks to a MaC banquet?” Ivy raised one brow, glancing at Josh, who sat beside her, perfectly relaxed in the backseat of the car.