Hatbox Ghost Mask の小説・ストーリー

The major content of the gas seemed to be wolfsbane, but it has been so diluted that it only affects the wolf once they breathe it in. She then looked up at the person holding a mask to her nose and she met with a familiar face. It was Hashar, Beatrice's mate. He had his own face bare, he had sacrificed his own mask for her. He was going to kill himself to keep her safe. Melissa shook her head and summoned her aura round herself. She prayed it worked. She felt the invisible rippling shield, covering her body. She then wriggled out of his grasp, yanking the mask off from her own face and stuffing on his.

I can't believe my mind is agreeing with my partner. I look back at Ghost; for as long as I can remember, I had never seen him in a tux. He is hot. Once we entered the building, most girls with the same masquerade mask were eyeing him. He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him.

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

) 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."

“Every masquerade has its entrance cues, performance acts, and exit blocks. If this follows classic Velvet structure, the entire event will be controlled through proximity tech and biometric pings.” He tapped a section of the event subfolder. “There’s a hidden entry under security protocols labeled ‘Ghostlight Access – Tier 0.’ It overrides movement restrictions.” Isolde narrowed her eyes. “So we’ll need a Ghostlight badge to move freely.” “Or a body that has one,” Penelope muttered. “Noted,” Isolde said. “What else?” Vivienne’s voice, still slightly hoarse from recovery, cut through the air as she entered the room. “You’ll need masks. Not just for disguise. Velvet masks are tagged with ID f

I said, smirking. He groaned and rolled his eyes so hard I was worried they’d get stuck. “Is this live?” “Nope. But it’s being recorded for future generations to mock.” “Great. Then we’re wearing masks,” he muttered, fishing something out of his pocket. What he pulled out looked like a black garbage bag had a baby with a cheap Halloween costume. It was a mask... technically. But also a crime against aesthetics. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope. Didn’t you check our mail?”

“Please come in.” In response, the door was pushed open slightly. Josh Batton sneaked into the ward and locked the door immediately. He was wearing a grey hoodie, his hat stacked on top of the hood. His face was covered with a huge sunglasses as well as a mask, barely exposing any of his flesh. His entire face was safely and perfectly covered. The only things that were visible were his hands which were carrying two large bags of food. Nevertheless, the strong noble aura exuded from him was impossible to hide or disguise.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Ghost has already put a price on his head, and he knows that the underworld won’t sleep until he is caught. His boss also said that Ghost has already marked his location, so will he even be able to leave this place alive? What was he supposed to do? Die together with Damian? “Marcus, what are you thinking about? Can you say something?” “Mark, have you ever heard of someone called Ghost?” “Ghost?” Mark frowned after hearing the name. He searched through his mind before he nodded, “Yes, isn’t he the legendary underworld boss who turned the whole underworld upside down? I also heard that no one has really seen him, and he always wears a scary mask whenever he is going to meet people.”