Deku Masked Novels & Stories

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

says Hala with a grin, and Tula smiles more. "Oh, Keito!" says Machiv, and standing up waves to a kid. I for a second think I'm looking at the back of his head, then realize that the kid in question has something similar to an opera mask on. He notices Machiv, and walking over I take in along with his bulky body the bandages covering most his face with the mask resting above it. "This is Keito," introduces Machiv, "he doesn't talk much. But he's my friend."

Down beneath the fog there was anger, but I was so lost I couldn’t tell up from down. Jude stood in the doorway with one of those pizza bags resting in his hands. He wore a red t-shirt with the company’s logo on the chest and a ball cap. Underneath the cap, concealing the top half of his face, was one of those ski masks. His eyes immediately lit up upon seeing me, and I hated the way it made my body flood with warmth. “Nice serial killer mask.” He cocked his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s a balaclava, dove. You are very drunk, aren’t you?”

The Duke of Essex had a powerful right hook. "Well, go on then. You don't want to be late for supper. You'll be needing one of these." The cook bent and opened a cupboard next to the stove and pulled out a domino mask with the devil's face painted on it. It left only his nose, mouth, and chin exposed to view. It was a perfect disguise. "Thank you." "You can thank me with a kiss," the cook suggested, fluttering her short lashes at him. "Later, I promise," he offered a way she rakish grin instead.

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

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.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

Why my gown looks like im revealing everything in me? Uncle Drake: it’s fine, you are not just used to wear that kind of dress. Okay, here’s the photo of the vip and his tux. Alex: while looking at the photo. He has a mask? How will i recognizes that he is the one when all the people here wearing mask. Uncle you’re kidding right? Uncle drake. Look at hos neck. He has a big mole on his neck. Just go there and get his wallet and take a picture of the blue card.

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.