Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

"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.

RIVEN Everything. Everything can go wrong. “What the hell is this?” I scrunched up my face in disgust as Damon tried fitting the mask to my face. It was too small, too sparkly, and the color—gold, with glitter—was definitely all wrong. Kael lounged on the bed, his lips curved in that signature sinister smile that always made me want to throw something at him. Cassidan, ever the gentleman, looked away like the wallpaper suddenly became fascinating.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You, my love, will die. You smile with sparks, Heal with a touch, But cut with the sword. I love you but, You are just a masquerade. Andre squeezed his hand tighter against the whiskey glass. It would crush in his hand with just a little more force. He bit his lip hard before taking another gulp down. A drink should ease the pain—they say—but it doesn't. A gulp should drown the pain further into profound depths but it doesn't. Rather, he recounted all his aches down till the break. The accident, the rejections. His eyes stung from the tears he fought. Trying to hold his visible pain from the further display, gradually became more of a Herculean task. Red blaz

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

I exclaimed, jumping from the bed to go look at it in the bathroom mirror. “It has to be because you were able to resist it. The mark can't regenerate itself. So once portions fade, they are gone forever. You can't be re-marked either until the mark, in its entirety, is gone.” Raziel said. He was excited, maybe even more excited than I was. I looked back at him as he stepped up behind me. “Will you ever stop impressing me?” He said with a smile. I shrugged, unsure of how I had even impressed him thus far. He snapped and produced me a black and gold sports bra, black leggings, gold panties, and gold combat boots.

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

“You need to loosen up. You’ve been too serious lately. No one will know it’s you. Everyone wears masks.” Jude smirked as he sat down, eyes glued to me. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little fun.” My head snapped toward him. “I’m not scared.” “Sure,” he said, walking closer. “Prove it.” My heart tripped, but I covered it with a glare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Paris groaned, grabbing my hand. “Enough. No excuses. You’re going. We already have your mask.” She pulled out a delicate white glitter mask that shimmered under the light. “Perfect. Like a princess about to commit a royal sin.”

Cara's POV I stepped into the Valenti Royale Casino and the loud music hit me like a wave. Bright lights flashed everywhere. The air smelled of rich perfume, whiskey, and sweat. I wore the black lace mask. It covered my eyes and the top of my face but left my red lips and jaw open. The thin ribbons tied tight behind my head. The lace felt soft against my skin. Small shiny crystals sparkled when the lights touched them. I looked like pure temptation. No one would recognize me.

Zara asked, handing me the diamante covered lilac mask which had been made to match the dress. I merely nodded, moving over to a silver panel on the citadel’s exterior wall so that I could use it as a mirror. My hair and makeup had been artfully done by Ally so that I resembled a succubus as long as you didn’t look too closely, my lips a rosey red and my skin looking utterly flawless. She had even plastered fake eyelashes on me and had finished them off with a thousand strokes of mascara. I carefully placed the mask on my face, trying not to mess up the stylish curls which Ally had twisted up and pinned into place.

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.