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His anger shifted into pure confusion. “A face mask?” “Yeah.” Ethan scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish. “I borrowed one from Manning.” “I’m not asking where you got it.” Aaron felt a vein throb in his temple. “I’m asking why you’re wearing a face mask at the precinct.” “It’s lunch break, Cap,” Ethan replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve got a date tonight. Gotta look my best.” He stepped closer, looking at Aaron with genuine concern. “You want one? It’s activated charcoal. Detoxes the skin, brightens the complexion. It’s great stuff. Honestly, Cap... you’ve been looking a little haggard lately.”

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

THIRD PERSON P.O.V The women were thoroughly soaked to the skin with water, their hair was matted and plastered to their body, their heavy makeup was already flowing down their faces giving them a scary look. Damien frowned as he could make out shrimp scales and pieces leafy vegetables. The heavy smell of fish permeated the air and made him step farther away from them. "How could this happen" "Who did this? My hair! My makeup!" They all screamed as they accessed their bodies.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Colin took the iron mask and said with pleasure, "This is my most satisfying work. I've given it a charming name, the Beauty Mask. Wear it and you'll become the most beautiful woman in the world." He threw the iron mask into the blazing furnace. When it turned red, he used tongs to take it out. The woman, terrified, backed away. "Come on. I can't wait to see what kind of beauty you'll become," Colin said as he approached closer. "I'm so eager to see it!" After that, Colin covered the woman's face with the red burning mask. The woman let out a piercing scream. The iron mask emitted a cloud of white smoke. The air filled with a burnt smell.

A dragon’s tooth, obviously 3D printed… looked more like a dinosaur molar. A bundle of garlic labelled “Vampire Repellant.” (I snorted that old knick-knack just made the blood tastier. It did, however, give terrible indigestion.) A bottle containing a single deer’s teardrop. It shimmered in a way that made me pause. I stared at the bottle, then at the booth’s seller, a jittery orc in a cheap masquerade mask. Sweat ran down his temple. He knew what I was. Probably who I was.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

Why? She handed me a small patch. “Press it here. On your neck.” Then she got out a bottle which had a floral scent and sprayed me with it. “What's that?” I asked. “Scent masker. Same as the perfume. No one will smell you coming,” she briefed. My brows furrowed. “How did you get those? They're expensive aren't they?” “No questions, Babyface.” She handed me a dress which I quickly put on, mirroring her speed.

"It's so strong, I can feel the effect," I nod at her. "Yes, it is. It's really effective." She brings back her head in. "How do I do it?" I took the brown paper bag from her. There's a packet of face masks close by so I take it out and hand one over to her. "Put it on. I want to open the bottle. It's going to be toxic," She takes the glove from the tip of my finger and slips it on. The cork of the tiny bottle opens with a pop and black smoke pours out of it before disappearing into the thin air.