Inosuke Sin Máscara Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lina's POV On Baccanoro, Sienna Island, Uncle Marco pushed the door open and said, "He's here." I stood up and walked over to the mirror. The woman in the mirror was wearing a black dress. Her hair was tied up, revealing a long and slender neck. She was also wearing a long glove on her left arm, covering the burn marks on her skin. The wounds on her face had healed. Only a faint, barely visible scar at the corner of her left eye remained.

You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them. Rebecca let out a small laugh, her tone contemptuous, while Sebastian kept eating his chicken without a care for his image. "You disgust me." I set my wine down and stood up. "Vexana, are you pretending you don't remember, or do you really think nobody does?" I asked.

"That's why I want to mold you into the perfect woman for me. Then we will get married, I will start by removing that stupid tattoo from your arm." As the car pulled up to an energetic nightclub, Romano's henchmen opened the door. I stepped out, still in my travel-untidy clothes, gazing upon the costumed partygoers queuing outside. They were all dressed in sexy cops, anime, and also superhero outfits, like it was fucking Halloween in the USA. A sparkling golden mask with a feathered edge caught my eye, evoking memories of Deangelo’s signature eye patch. Hating that I felt a sting of concern for him, I quickly pushed it aside. He was a ruthless mafia don—why should I care?

When she was sure they were alone, she lowered the weapon, thumbed the safety, and slid it back into the holster with the same smooth grace she’d used to draw it. “Put your mask back on,” she said. Her voice was calm, almost detached. “Now.” He blinked. “What?” “You heard me. Mask. Jacket. You were never here.” “Sasha—” “Now, Nico.” He stared at her another heartbeat, then did as she ordered. The mask went back on, erasing him until he was just another faceless shadow in a servant’s uniform. She crossed the floor, grabbed his wrist, and pressed something cold into his palm—the small glass of champagne he’d been carrying when he came in.

Akshara got on her feet placed the cage near her bed and marched with much frustration to the crystal room with a reply to Ruko, "My destiny beholds nothing but a tragedy." Akshara passed Ruko with a frowning face while Ruko grabbed the hands of Akshara and mentioned, “Don’t forget to wear a mask…” Akshara asked through her tightly sealed teeth, “What’s that for?” Ruko has worn a smile on her face and replied, “It’s a masquerade party” ******

At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne. Ken swallowed hard and looked away, but the night offered only more. Guests in every corner had their hands full. As Ken wandered through the party, he saw two men and one woman tangled tightly together, masks askew and clothes half-unbuttoned. The woman’s hands moved over one man’s lap as she unbelted his trousers, rolling her hips slowly while the second man kissed her from behind, hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Soft gasps and wet sounds mingled with the sea breeze. The air itself felt thick with sex, lust, and expensive perfume. Ken had already seen too much. He decided to search for Steve—this was Steve’s world.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

Antonio had given me this mask when I first started fighting and I had given him the ring with his name carved on it. Dante looks at me knowingly with sad eyes, bringing me in for a hug. "It's time for the fight" I hear Mason say from behind us. I get out of Dante's grip, wiping off my tears and putting on the mask, making my way out the room, towards the fighting ring. Since I had my mask on, everyone recognized me. They looked at me with fear, afraid to make a mistake. Parting like the red sea, as I walked through the crowd.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Israel was fast with his fists but Nagisa's reflexes were faster. Nagisa held Sienna's hands in a tight grip. " You're Italian?" Sienna narrowed her eyes. " What if I was?" " I don't fancy Italian women," Nagisa said quietly. " Moreover, you look familiar." Sienna had taken the trouble of wearing a mask to disguise her face. She also wore a wig. Being Israel's private guard, she knew Israel's enemies would know a lot about her. Nagisa was no fool. She has spies everywhere monitoring Israel so she must have a perfect description of what Sienna must've looked like.