Calling To Me Like The Green Goblin Mask Novels & Stories

When he carefully settled me on the ground, I flashed him a grateful smile. “Thank you.” He nodded stiffly. “Just doing my job, ma’am,” “Even though.” I added, my hand lingering on his arm. He was still staring down at me through his mask and I noticed that he had beautiful green eyes, one which matched the hair which fell over his forehead.

I widened my eyes through the darkness, trying to catch even the faintest sign of light, but there was none. Yet through the darkness, I could make out the figure towering toward me. No matter what happens, I couldn’t die... At least not today. Buzz, Buzz, Buzz. My eyes snapped open when my phone started ringing. The light from my screen flicked on, shimmering straight onto the figure that was already in front of me. Tall, lean, with broad shoulders. A mask was over his face, but his eyes were somehow unique… jade, with a faint glow of brown.

When I see him, his face looks different from just a few moments before——his face is already fully applied with his self made avocado face mask, just two pieces of cucumbers are missing out from his eyes. “You are... green.” I mentioned, staring at his face. Helplessly he takes a deep inhale, “Yeah sure. Well, you were grinning!” What? Grinning? “I’m not.” who grins at a green-faced orge? “Yeah right!” Victor yells again, squaring up, “I was applying my mask for minutes, and you were laughing like an idiot for that long!” Wait, what? “Was I?” laughing like an idiot? Me?

I knew exactly who he was before he spoke. The enforcer. The voice from the cemetery phone call. "Nyx," he said, using my stage name, and I watched Nick's head snap up from between my legs. The man smiled, and it was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. "We need to discuss your parents' debt. Now."

The third blocked my path to the door, his massive frame making it clear I wasn't going anywhere. "Hey! Those are my things—" "Pick a mask." One of them gestured to a table I hadn't noticed before, set up against the wall. On it were dozens of masks in different colors, each one glowing faintly. Neon green, electric blue, blood red, stark white. "Choose one and put it on." My phone. I needed my phone. I reached into my pocket, pulled it out with trembling fingers, and started to dial Rhia's number. The phone was snatched from my hand so fast I barely saw it happen.

“Does he usually call?” “Not unless it’s work related,” I mumbled. “And if it’s urgent,” I answered before the call ended. “Mr Stark?” silence. I’m met with silence. I frowned. “Mr Stark?” I try again. Pulling my phone from my ear, I checked to see if he’d hung up. The call’s still on. “Hello?” This time around, I hear a faint grunt and a sharp intake of breath. “Mr Stark, is everything alrig-“

Checking myself in the mirror to see if I had covered every marks with my clothes. "Perfect." I sighed, when I saw that there were no marks peeking out of my clothes. I made to walk out when I heard my phone buzzing on the counter. I grabbed it and hissed when I saw that it was Giovanni who was calling. "The fuck are you calling me for, you bastard?" I hissed as soon as I picked his call, glancing around to make sure Carlos wasn't in sight. "Why? Can't I call you again?" He asked in his thick, sweet rich barista voice that made me swallowed down nothing. Pressing my thighs together to suppress the fire between my legs.

I say smirking even though he can't see me. "Alexandria, don't fucking play with me." He says and I can hear him growl. "Who says I'm playing." I say. "He gives it to me so good." I go on moaning a little. I hear a loud growl on the other end of the call before the line goes dead. I laugh out loud before my phone rings again. Mason's name pops up on my FaceTime and I ignore it but he keeps on calling. I take off all my clothes leaving me in my matching underwear.

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

I explain My aunt frowns before she nods. "That complicated?" she asks I nod. I begin to walk away when my aunt calls me back. "Wait... You do not have to leave I have an idea... You might not like it. But you will be able to be in the room the entire time" my aunt says I cock at brow at her. "What is it?" "Put on a mask, a cap and contact lenses to cover those distinctive green eyes... I will just say you a celebrity" she says