Dr Doom Face Without Mask Novels & Stories

X stood before me, distortion mask removed, face finally visible. And it was nobody. Not figuratively. Literally. The face underneath the mask was smooth, featureless—a blank canvas of synthetic skin with no distinguishing characteristics. No nose. No lips. No features at all except two dark spaces where eyes should be.

"Mind you Mason,we don't have any plan to carry anyone on our back and start running." Liam let out a sudden, unexpected snort, and even Mason couldn't help but crack a tiny smile. But the real shock came from the head of the table. Dom slowly raised his head, and for a brief second, his cold blue eyes softened, and a genuine, handsome smile broke across his face. It was a stunning sight that made my chest tighten, showing a quick glimpse of the brotherhood these men shared before his professional mafia mask slipped right back into place, turning his features back to stone.

Slightly hunched shoulder, shoulder length dark hair and he wore a black overall coat. He held on to the neck of a particular man that was dying. The man's face were rotten and maggots emanated from his badly beaten body. His legs hung in the air and her father's look alike was laughing sinisterly with his back turned to her. "Dad?" She called and the laughter stopped, the roaring fire blazing from the distance. He turned and his profile was the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Part of his face looked like they have been cut off and unidentified but his other half had Drake's face and as their eyes met, he dropped his victim and smiled, exposing his teeth.

Drake had been given the digital equivalent of a broken compass—not everything he needed, but enough to start hunting. Damien stood over him, plugging a high-speed data cord from his own phone into Drake’s workstation, his eyes fixed on the blinking terminal. "Hello. Who is this?" Damien answered sharply when the unknown number initiated a video call. The face on the other end was a void, hidden behind a tactical mask. The room fell so silent that the hum of the laptop felt like a roar.

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch

Dashiell stared at it as well with a tense look. He heaved a sigh of relief, however, when he saw the person wearing a hazmat suit and a mask, not revealing their face. When the video stopped as the person left the laboratory, Dashiell straightened up and snorted. “That’s all you’ve got? “We can’t even see the person’s face! Even if the video is real, how could you say it’s me?” Dashiell snorted. “Trying to frame me with such a ridiculous video? Dr. Russell, you suck as a doctor but are good at playing tricks, right?

Martha descended to welcome her, but her heart crushed when she saw her face. Her pensive atmosphere emanated from her blank face. “Why are they doing this to grandpa?” she asked Martha, tears streaming down her face. Martha's heart was shattered. She could only wrap her arms around the helpless kid. Alicia pondered how to restore her damaged spirit while they stood there. Daito and Drom made their way up the stairwell to the quarters. The black sticky wine that had been thrown on his face had dried up, hardening the hair strands that hung over his brow. Drom took a step ahead of him.

The pursuer ran away and left her on the floor losing her blood. In her wound, black liquid explodes followed by a worm bursting out of her stabbed area. The worm crawls to her face leaving acid trails that melts her flesh. It spews out acid mixed with soot particles. It melts her face and her muscles in the face start to show. Her skull was covered with black spots and strings of muscles. The worm ate her left eye and forced itself into her sphenoid bone. ........ Present-day. I was staring at the row of seniors entering the gym carrying red velvet suitcases. Their faces are covered by white cloth and a mask. The mask has outlandish features. Each faces has red dots on the cheeks and black

I left through the manor's secret tunnel, heading straight for the deepest black-market clinic in Chicago. On the cold operating table, the surgical lights blinded me. "I'll confirm this one last time," the underground doctor raised his scalpel. "I'm digging this chip out without anesthesia. It's going to be absolute hell. And once I break and rebuild your jaw, you will never look the same." "Do it." I closed my eyes. My phone screen lit up one last time next to the operating table. A text from Tessa. [Aria, happy fifth anniversary. But your Don is pinning me down right now. You lose.]

he whispered. Then he put on a mask. A small red light began to blink. Live. A screen beside him lit up, and my face appeared on it. I looked smaller than I remembered. Fragile. Scared. Real. I tried to turn away, but Darius grabbed my neck and forced my face back toward the camera, holding me in place. “What the hell are you doing?” I shouted. He laughed. “I'm trying to show the world who the Drakes really are. Interesting, isn't it?”