Novel & Cerita High Rise Invasion Masks Characters

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

But the only smell I could detect was that of dead corpses and the wetness of these whores' pussies. Nothing else. The ladies began describing the enemies' appearance, revealing their number. "They were three. A terrifying man in a wolf mask and two ladies. One wore a bunny mask, and the other a fox." "The ladies pretended to be strippers like us. It was the fox girl who gave us the pills." "Two ladies and a male?" "Who could that be?" The bosses pondered on, curious to know who this enemy was. I don't know if I was the only one at that moment, but my mind was hinting at Alpha Diego and Anastasia. That man is the only person that fits this kind of horror description. But with two ladies as a

’ to her sister. “Anyway, we took down a bunch of masked individuals as well.” K grabbed her phone from the side pocket of her pants and showed them a picture. “When we were working on the West, we captured production of these masks and individuals playing with them. Are they the same masks you encountered?” Ember and Raverine looked at each other. “Yeah,” Raverine answered. “Exactly like those masks but…” K raised a brow at him. “There are markings on the masks that make it a little different.” Raverine moved closer to point to the markings he was talking about. “Those numbers above the jawline of the mask.”

Anaztasia and Rozelyn were still unconscious on the floor. Thanks to Avril and Vesta for being able to trace the infiltrators here in Shamrock—the Death Summoners. “Do you think the Blood Mistress sent them here?” Avril, who now shifted into his human form, was panting as he zipped his tattered sage jeans. “Definitely,” Vesta said. Her luscious burgundy hair was gleaming in the living room’s chandelier light. The Death Summoners were wearing masks. Masks that can only be worn during masquerade and banquet.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

This reason made Madam Ganeia convinced that the Krysts were indeed a different level of a warrior. Now, the arrival of the two maidens. Everyone was pretending to not know who Vivien was, but quite a few of the older members of the team recognized her and her friend, Marjien Zung. The mask that Vivien wore was a give away. It was a mask known by the villages, saying that they were being protected by a masked lady in white and her golden haired sidekick. Those eyes, though. He wasn't going to forget them anytime soon. So warm and startled and beautiful… but it was full of grief and fear.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

he demanded, his voice low and menacing. The Head General Ybarra stood tall like a sentinel, his sword unsheathed and gleaming silver in the moonlight. As he confronted the mysterious woman before him, he couldn't see her face beneath the black warrior mask, but he could sense the smirk behind it. It sent shivers down his spine, but he stood firm, unfazed by her dark and cold presence. "I am the Mask Princess," she announced coldly, her sword shining bright as she raised it to his neck. He was taken aback when she revealed that she was no man, but he quickly regained his composure and informed her that she had no proper authorization to be there.

CHAPTER 286 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ ~Willowcrest~ Marie, Valerie, and Angela arrived in a carriage at the only Higher Wellness Pharmaceuticals building in Willowcrest. They didn't bother dressing beautifully or wearing any disguises to hide their identities, as they were only here for two things: to ask questions and to cause destruction. They each had blank expressions on their faces and walked stylishly toward the front gates. The guards at the gates walked in front of them to stop them from going any further. Marie just waved her right hand, and as if commanding gravity itself to let them go, the guards started to levitate. They continued to rise into the air, yelling for help.

“I assumed as much.” Eve leans forward. “What kind?” Alex doesn’t hesitate. “Red.” That gets a few smiles. A few raised brows. “Head to toe, masks also,” Alex continues. “Not tactical black. Not camouflage. Red Death doesn’t hide.” She looked at Eve. And repeated the words from the warden "All that red. That’s what makes it easy to see you coming.” Maz lets out a quiet laugh. “Subtle.” “They already called us demons,” Alex says. “We’re not here to convince them otherwise.”