Hatbox Ghost Mask Novelas e Histórias

"Please? I promise I’ll stay far away from you and won’t cause trouble." In the end, he couldn’t refuse me. However, he gave me one condition. "You have to wear a mask the entire time. Nobody can see your face." I agreed instantly. That was exactly what I wanted anyway. That night, I slipped into the evening gown I’d prepared in advance, paired it with glamorous makeup, and appeared at the gala entrance beside Jenson in my official role as Mrs. Bailey. The entire ride there, he maintained a cold expression as he repeatedly warned me, "Keep your mouth shut in there. Don’t embarrass me."

Chapter 98: failed mission Ghost’s POV It was already dark outside when I started my car and headed toward Diana’s place. I wore my usual black hoodie and gloves, with my face covered by a black mask. I always wore the mask. No one knew my face…not even Mercy. That’s how I worked. In shadows. No names. No mistakes.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

Valentino stood near the whiskey shelf, already pouring a glass. Ghost set the bag down. “Your French minister better send me a fucking Christmas card.” “You got it?” I asked. He opened the bag, pulling out the heavy gold frame. Thick. Old. Wrapped in silk. “Let me see it,” I snapped. Ghost peeled the cloth away. Silence hit the room like thunder. It was a portrait. A woman. Not just any woman. Eyes dark as ink. Fox at her feet. Red string around her wrist. Fox teeth glinting from her grin.

Tinted windows darker than the law allowed. Someone stepped out. Tall. Clad in a dark coat. Face hidden under a hood. Larris hand slid toward the holster under his shirt. Teresa swallowed hard. Do you see their face? No, Larris murmured. They’re doing that on purpose. The figure walked slowly toward the main entrance of the building. Then they stopped directly in view of the camera. and lifted their head just enough to reveal a half mask. White. Expressionles. Like a ghost. Teresa pulse slammed painfully.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”