Green Goblin Mask Calling To Him Novels & Stories

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

a voice whispered in his ear "Who is there, show yourself!" He demanded The voice chuckled " DJ, DJ, DJ what a unique and funny name" "How dare you mock a guard of Dracula" "Well, I don't mean to get you offended am here because, I can make all your worries disappear" "Why?" "That is what I do, or else they don't call me Goblin" he shows his face "Why do you look familiar?" "Oh, am a man of many, you have a problem don't you, well I have the solution"

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 like it? Someone asked and I looked up, A man stood in front of me with a hood over his head and he wore a mask designed as A Raven face, what baffles me is the fact that I didn't here him come and he wasn't there before I bent down to inspect the Ruby necklace coupled with the fact that he doesn't have any scent, from the body physique it's clear it's a male but the Voice sounded feminine. " Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me? I asked standing up to face him. "Oh me? He asked looking around as if to check if there's any other person there, the action making me angry. "You're testing on my patience and believe me I have very little of it". I growled. "Aggressive? I lik

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,

Turning a corner, a shoulder sharply bumps into me, knocking me to the side with enough force to send a packet of pasta falling from my shopping bag. “My bad," I mumble, stooping down to grab the bag from the cobblestones. However, the man I bumped into sweeps down and grabs it before my fingers can even brush the packaging. “You dropped this.” He holds it out to me. I shudder at his ethereal voice before I raise my attention to his face, audibly gasping. He wears a black mask that covers the lower half of his face. All I can see are his duel coloured eyes that stare down at me - one violet and one obsidian black - and a pair of dark eyebrows that match his hair.

She yelled back. I look at him going down the walkway. He has this frightening aura around him. A tattoo of a big grim reaper running across his muscled left arm. Making sure you know you are dealing with death. Built like a Greek god. His black hair is shaved on both sides of his head and styled neatly in the middle. Dressed only in black boxing shorts. He walked up to the ring and climbed over the ropes. Looking around the crowd like he's searching for someone. His eyes met mine only for a brief second. He gave me this half smirk. Does he know something that I don't? I thought to myself. He turned and looked at Sinister. The look they gave each other made me cringe. I heard the bell for th

I knew it was him "Welcome, Ms Palmer," came a deep masculine voice, not sure if it was his real voice but it sounded uttered, probably by the mask he was wearing, but it still sounded sexy. More like what I imagined his voice to sound like. He was on his feet, his posture was predatory more like a stalker. He was wearing all black including his mask, all tall and looked refined and lean even with the layers of fabric covering his body. But was it necessary to wear gloves?

The muscle man asks in a hostile tone. The man in a golden-grey robe just smiled and didn’t say anything. On his face, there’s a half-face mask that covers the upper half of his face. “I hate people wearing masks! Stop wearing it in front of me!” Gerel said in disdain. A youth takes off his mask and smiles at Gerel mysteriously. “Greed and selfishness? I think it’s a little bit overboard, I didn’t do this for fun you know.” Said Duke Tian Dong to a man in front of him.

It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic than it already was—— though from what Moira could see it was plated in gold. “ What are you doing here?” Moira asked her wolf sitting on the edge which made her eyes change their colours as she looked at the young man who was standing in front of her. His black hair seemed quite familiar to that of Logan’s, even those electric blue eyes seemed certainly similar but the other eye that was stormy grey made him look different.