Inosuke Sin Máscara Novels & Stories

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

But seeing how Nina plunges into the seat in front of me unbothered due to her black fitted off-shoulder mini dress, has me feeling a bit jealous. She crosses her legs, showing off her black high heels with a slingback decorated with little diamonds. Passing me the cigarette package, she lights her cigarette and passes me the lighter too. Nina is wearing a black mask with silver embellishments, matching her blingy shoes. Her copper-blond hair is tied up into a loose bun while I chose to wear my hair open and straightened.

“So what are you going to do to us, Mr. Serrano? Are you going to invite Mr. Southern Sr. here?” Nollace came out of the hall. He had put on a mask to cover half of his face. With his golden hair, light-colored pupils, and pronounced jawline, he looked exactly like a foreigner, with half of his face covered. He took one step down the stairs after the other and continued. “Well, it seems like I don’t have to introduce myself anymore since you know who I am.” Joaqin harrumphed coldly. “It seems to me that you have no qualms in making us your enemy after what you did to my daughter!”

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

) 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."

Marcello’s eyes widen, his body instinctively recoiling despite the restraints. “Let’s make sure you never forget who owns you,” I sneer, pressing the searing tip of the poker against his chest. He thrashes violently, but a guard pins him in place as I carve the De Luca crest into his skin. The hiss of flesh burning beneath the metal mingles with his guttural cries, the acrid stench nearly overwhelming. When I pull the poker away, the symbol is clear, raw, and blistered. “Now there’s no doubt about who you belong to,” I say, leaning down to meet his tear-streaked gaze.

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

And of course, the mask. The mask that covered my entire face except for my mouth, leaving me free to explore the most thrilling and wonderful sensations with my lips and tongue. The mask that protected my identity from malicious people who could ruin me if they knew that I, such a well-behaved girl, could transform into something entirely different. "Let me see her, Bianca," Masato begged. "Please." Hearing the word "please" from a man who had probably never asked for anything in his life was what made me give in. What made me hesitate and... slowly nod.

As he reached the specified room, he paused, taking a deep breath before quietly opening the door. Inside, the room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. The smell of stale cigarettes lingered in the air. Vincenzo’s eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom, landing on a figure standing with his back to him, gazing out of the window. The man wore a mask that covered half of his face, a masquerade mask with intricate designs and piercing blue eyes that shone with a cold light. Vincenzo pointed his gun, the cold metal steady in his grip. "Are you the brother I’ve been looking for?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

“He must have a body like him, but his height is less.” “What was his mask like?” Verity asked. “Umm. Like a Volto mask, but it was completely black, and it looked as if the mask was attached to the bowler hat he kept wearing,” Nox said. “Did he have a tattoo, a scar, or anything that made him stand out?” Morana asked. Nox scratched his head, trying hard to remember. “Honestly, I don’t remember if he had something like that, but I can recognize him right away when I look at him. I know I can. It’s difficult to put his aura into words, but I remember his aura vividly in my head.”