Hatbox Ghost Mask Novels & Stories

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

I instantly rushed over to her and took her into the basement, "Stay here, don't move." She nodded at me while I remove my gun and loaded it before going back upstairs. The door flew open, revealing six men in black suits, heavily armed. I scanned their skin in search for any tattoos and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a tattoo on their wrists. A fucking Dragon. It was the Russian Mafia.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

Then his smile vanished, as he wondered who the man was. The man had a pink mask on, indicating he wasn't a Mafia. No Mafia would wear a pink mask, except Viper, who loved flashy colors. And that wasn't Viper. So who was he? Deciding not to get distracted by him, Ghost looked away, fixing his eyes on the crowd instead. He'll just have to solve the puzzle about the man later. One more shot of tequila and he felt a soft breeze brush through his nostrils. It had a tantalizing scent of roses and honey. From the brim of his glass, he saw her walking through.

To the surprise of the crowd, a door to the ship’s cabin burst open and three actors dressed like crewmen came running out. They went to the ship’s railing and with hands cupped around their mouths, shouted for help. The rolling drums announced the arrival of something sinister and smoke came out of the door from which the crewmen came out. Then, a dark figure walked out slowly. The crowd gasped upon seeing the figure’s eyes which glowed red like embers. He was wearing a mask meant to represent the Ember Ghost and on the mask’s eyes were affixed two light bulbs that glowed eerily red.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

I don’t think that he ever will. “That’s true. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” He sighs and then, slowly stands up on his feet. His mask is different from mine. While mine is white with a ghost face, Vaughn’s is completely black and the design is very plain. It looks like the design of sewing stitches.