High Rise Invasion Masks Characters Novels & Stories

"There’s only the way through." The door to the cellar burst open, not with a kick, but with a precise, synchronized blast of compressed air that shattered the hinges. Smoke poured into the room, obscuring the figures standing on the stairs. They wore the high-collared, silver-plated armor of the Inquisitors, their faces hidden behind polished, emotionless masks.

Jayden asked, his voice full of puzzlement. I brushed off his question and hastily blurted out, “Eva!” I bumped into her shocked gaze with the same expression. “What are you doing here? And how did you get here before—” As if on cue, the elevator doors suddenly opened, revealing six men. Jax stood at the front, his face covered by his hat, with Jean and Hunter standing on each side of him, masks over their mouths covering most of their faces. Jamie peered over Hunter's shoulder, while Tyler straightened up from his leaning position against the elevator wall, his hands shoved into his pockets. At the rearmost position, almost covered completely by the other members' bodies, I caught a glimpse

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

* Liam was angry that he was in such an awkward position with a guy. He could te the masculinity of the stranger from how deep his voice was. Liam held his breath as the stranger struggled with the buttons. *It can't be that hard.* Liam thought as his eyebrows created together in a frown. He was beginning to get impatient that he raised his head to look at whoever the stranger bumper was. Liam didn't think he could be more repulsed by a person than he was by the person in front of him. *Why in the world will a sane person be wearing a mask out in the afternoon. A face mask for that matter.* Liam found himself focusing on something else.

The house was which a warzone ten minutes ago was now looking like a graveyard with tons of unburied corpse laying flat on the ground. They came hard. Organized. Silent. They didn’t scream threats. Didn’t ask for names. Didn’t look like they wanted a ransom. These men came to kill. I stepped over the body of one of the intruders, nudging him with my boot. He was masked, wearing the same black professional combat gear, like the rest of them. You could tell they weren't street thugs from how they were dressed. It looked uniform. I crouched beside the guy, yanked the mask halfway up., but still nothing. There was no fucking clue on him to work with.

He was dressed in a suit for the first time since we met and I could not deny how hot he looked despite the churn of anxiety in my stomach. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as I fought the anxiety that took hold of me with every second as we ascended. I felt warm fingers tickle mine as Ivan reached for my hand and took hold of it. He then squeezed down on my hands and whispered, "It's going to be fine. Trust me." I wanted to believe him. My eyes flew wide open as the elevator came to a stop. "Well, this is it." Marcus, who stood in front of us in the elevator, said as the door opened and he took a step out.

Not that I am certain they were indeed telling the truth. Sinasaway na ako ni Athelia sa pagtawa, mukha namang natutuwa si Kian sa asar kong tawa. I stared at Athelia to confirm answers. Walang bahid na pagbibiro sa mukha nito. Ena was even grinning amusingly, nakatingin na sa akin. Kian heaved his arms widely like he was showing me surprise. "Did it shocked you? He really is the Vice-Captain of Ursus Hoops. Ivan is the Captain."

"I was trained to save lives, one at a time. If I don’t do this, there won’t be any lives left to save." The blade struck the ocean. A roar louder than a thousand jet engines ripped through the air. Steam shot upward, blinding everyone. The ground shuddered so violently June dropped to her knees. "The mask! Give it to me!" she shouted through the mist. She reached out—her fingers brushed cold, mossy metal. But before she could grab it, a hand snatched it away. Marcus. The baker’s body was covered in black burns from the virus explosion, but he was still breathing. He clutched the mask tight to his chest, eyes wild.

Was someone from the Abioye family involved in this? Rozi suspected this too. When it came to traps, she knew her fifth cousin was adept at them. Only that woman could have designed such intricate devices. "Did you see a woman there?" Rozi's eyes gleamed. "About mid-twenties with a toothy smile that makes her look like a tiger?" Marissa shook her head. If they had been able to see anything at all, they would not be in their current situation. “They all wore black clothes and masks over their faces. Only their eyes were visible. We couldn’t tell apart the men and women,” she said.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?