Romans & histoires Eye Of The Beholder Mask

MOM" I shouted when I saw my mother entered the door " baby? you are awake already?" She said and run towards my side I excitedly hugged her " Mrs. can I talk to you outside for a while," the doctor said They both went outside and I was left with these unfamiliar people keeps on staring at me, I took a glance at each face and stopped at a tall man with a numb eye staring at me with a longing face. " he can't remember us" I heard the other guy said " GUN!" I heard a bang on the door and saw OAB breathing harshly

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

Chubby big ears, a cute long nose, a pair of eyes as big as green beans, with two holes dug out, revealing a pair of eyeballs. Zack frowned and said, "So ugly, what is this?" Owen said, "This is a mask! Tomorrow is the birthday party, and Mommy is going with me. Aren't you afraid Mommy will recognize you? If you wear this mask, you won't have to worry about Mommy recognizing you at first glance!" Zack took the mask and looked at the cute yet comical mask, feeling a bit melancholic. In order to not disturb Mommy's peaceful life, he had to put on this childish mask and stand in front of her, but he couldn't recognize her.

I murmured as I turned to focus on the view outside of the car window again. The prince had a smile on his face as he slipped on a black mask onto his face. Seeing the mask on the prince’s face gave me a strong sense of déjà vu. The way the mask hid away his face so that only his piercing blue eyes was visible only made his eyes look even more captivatingly beautiful and I couldn’t help but stare at him as if lost in a trance for a moment.

One of the fire cart-wheelers spins his flaming wheel over beside us and my eyes glue at the dancing flames with bewilderment. Honestly, I was feeling kind of suffocated with my mask one, which was one of the black numbers with black and mid-night blue feathery plumes standing out on one side of the curved edge. The black mask framed my forest green eyes perfectly which is exactly why I chose it in the first place. I could feel men’s eyes on me as I walked beside Blaze, and he noticed it too because the next thing I know, he untangles his hand from mine to snake his left arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side, as if laying his claim over me.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

His eyes were fixed on me and I was sure they hadn't been since just now. The stranger smiled at me. I smiled back, rather embarrassed. Damn, he looked good! He had black hair and wore a samurai costume. He had covered his face with cloth, so I only saw his beautiful eyes, which seemed to glitter in all colors. But I also realized that he was wearing a mask over his face. He just stood there, arms crossed casually, staring at me. This guy cut a damn fine figure!