Glitter Force Rascal Without Mask Novels & Stories

Acknowledgement because what Anaztasia said is somewhat true; though it may also be a bluff. In her amusement, she thought of an idea that will bring them fun and satisfaction. Rozelyn straightened her body and displayed a wide jovial grin. “Let’s watch porn!” The surprised eyes of Anaztasia, Cyrill, and Avril were as wide as the Red Sea. But, a smile of agreement was painted in the face of the Irish Pack’s alpha, to the handsome face of Avril Archer Clarke. *** “I have successfully given them that anxiety-activating champagne,” the masked woman gleefully declared.

“No wonder people love coming here. I want to do this every year.” I smiled and handed him the black mask I’d picked out earlier. It only covered the top half of his face, up to the nose. “Here. Wear this.” We stopped in front of a small stall decorated with silver tinsel and glowing lanterns. Jazper Ray took the mask from my hand without question. He didn’t ask why. He just trusted me. “Like this, Mrs. Gibson?” he asked, slipping it on. I gave him a look. “You look perfectly gorgeous, Jazper Ray. Even with half your face hidden.”

The scarred bald man said. “What kind of grudge do you have against that woman? Why must you kill her?” he asked. “This has nothing to do with you!” The man with the golden mask sneered. With that, the man with the golden mask grabbed the scarred bald man by his neck and lifted him into the air with one hand. In the next second, the man with the golden mask started exerting force with his hand… The scarred bald man desperately struggled, but it was to no avail.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

|| Lilac's POV || The soft rustle of fabric against my skin was the only sound in the room as I stood before the floor-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The navy blue gown hugged my figure perfectly, the rich color contrasting beautifully with my light brown hair, which cascaded in loose curls around my shoulders. The golden accents on the dress shimmered faintly under the light, giving the illusion of stars scattered across a midnight sky. The mask I wore was a masterpiece— navy blue with intricate golden filigree that curled around the edges, framing my eyes and covering the upper half of my face. My lips, painted a soft rose, were the only part of my face left uncovered, but even t

he murmured, sliding his palms up and down my exposed arms. I scooted away from the heat of his touch, my heart hammering in my chest. Then he reached behind him and pulled out a breath-takingly gorgeous mask, white and feathery and glittery. “This is for you, Goddess. Your signature disguise.” The immaculate thing was dotted with black and gold tear-drop diamonds, so exquisite they shimmered even in the dim hallway. Oh shit. This whole shenanigan got more intriguing by the minute. As I slipped on the mask and almost orgasmed from the feel of the smooth leather brushing my face, Kallum pulled me into the room and positioned me in front of a gigantic mirror.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

Who was he? After a series of distractions, including a fire to cover his escape, the masked man finally managed to slip away unscathed. He infiltrated another estate and, after changing out of his black clothing, removed his silver mask, revealing a face of striking depth and beauty. Glancing down at the bite mark still visible on his finger, Reginald’s long, narrow eyes narrowed, glinting like a serpent eyeing its prey, cold and menacing. His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Very well… First, you steal my Rainbow Glaze Bead, and now you bite me... Miranda, you’ll pay for this!"