Cheshire Mask Young Justice Novels & Stories

Kingston threw an item toward Chase upon hearing this. Chase caught it casually and saw it was a mask as thin as a cicada's wing. "What's this?" Chase asked. "This is a treasure that can conceal your appearance. Once worn, even a martial lord can't discern your true face," Kingston explained. "Forget it. I've already promised Bactria," Chase said and was about to return the mask. However, Kingston shook his hand. "In that case, just forget it. But keep the mask and be careful." Kingston said, leaping into the air and disappearing into the night.

Pride rose in him as he rushed to see Jason success but as he further came out he saw Old Justin with a gift box in his hands. "What sort of rubbish is this. How dare you insult me. Where is the team" he asked the shaky Justin who handed him over the box with 100% fear which was seen in his eyes . For the next hour in the pine forest, The Masked master cursed Jason and his accomplices and vowed to end Jasons life himself. He commanded the head to be Laureni beside his broken mirror in his tent. "JASOOOOON" he screamed as the crows on the trees dispersed .

Pockmark Mask now. ***

It was Joyce, in a beautiful white dress, looking really happy and a bit shy. She picked up her dress and walked slowly towards Howard at the end of the red carpet. Everyone was speechless. The cameras flashed like crazy. "What's happening? Why is Joyce Charlton the bride?" "What's going on? Is Howard messing with us?"

What was taking them long? Finally, they came out and I returned my face mask to its original position. Zesa’s face was cast with what I could only identify as sadness as she looked down at Jaylen, bouncing on her feet from side to side as she tried to stop him from crying. Give him to me! I wanted to shout, yet my mouth pinched shut to hold back what I really wanted to say. “It’s going to be fine.” Levi told her, one arm going around her shoulders as he pulled her close to himself. He, too, had the mask of sadness cast over his face.

If he posted the video online, if my mother saw me getting fucked… “No. Please, if you let me wear them, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Anything I want?” He echoed. “Anything you want.” I confirmed, even as my tongue flooded with a sour taste. Jasper walked over to the closet, returning shortly with the golden mask on his face. He crouched in front of me, gently pushing my hair into the brown wig and slipping on my usual silver mask. His fingers curved my cheek, and his dark eyes glinted from behind the mask. “You see?” He murmured. “I can be reasonable. Of course I wouldn’t expose your identity, Elian.”

I could just get the rest from Liam anyways. By the time I'd climbed down, I'd had a bundle hugged to my shoulder. I'd descended in a plain dress so no one would have any clue as to what was happening. Mom was setting out plates and Dad was sitting at the table, looking even paler, coughing into a handkerchief. His face was paler than yesterday. "You’re dressed already?.” "Yeah," I said, a smile slipped out of my lips Mom looked at me. "Eat something, ."

"You're not seeing the big picture here. I'm not going to her as 'me'. I'm going to her as 'you'." Xander's brows furrowed in confusion for a second. I loved that look of uncertainty. It wouldn't last long, though, because soon he'd understand exactly what I meant. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the mask. It was smooth, flesh-coloured, and moulded perfectly to look just like Xander. I had it custom-made, every feature copied down to the last detail. It was going to be flawless. His eyes widened in shock as I held the mask up for him to see.

Me and my Mom apologised. "It's fine," Jason smiled, but Jasmine was so busy hugging her dad that we didn't get any response. "How are you baby? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I asked crouching in front of him and turning him around gently so I could take a proper look at him. Jason put his hands on my shoulder and heaved a breath, I am fine, Mommy. Jasmine is, too. The men in masks were scary-looking, but they didn't do anything to us. They gave us toys." My eyes crinkled in disbelief and I shifted my gaze from Jason to Mom.

The girl's eyes water with tears and my heart aches at the site. "Is there a problem my Lady?" A woman in a black dress and black gloves speaks from my side. Her hair is tied in a neat bun at the back of her head, she has a pointed nose and thin lips. Her eyes have tiny wrinkles at the corners and she smiles at me but I don't smile back. The little girls go silent and I hear a them gasp, I look to them and see them all tense as the one who touched me shrinks back into her friends who slightly push her forward.