Novel & Cerita Jason Part 6 Mask

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

came a masked man. The man had a gun in his hand and he aimed it at Jason whose back was turned to him. Jason turned around to face the man but in the move, he kicked the gun from the man's hand and quickly grabbed him. Without wasting time, he broke his neck. He pulled him to the back of the trailer and added him to the other guy. He took the clothes of the man and put them on. He took the man's mask off and he put it on. He boldly walked towards the warehouse with his disguise. He opened the back door and entered. There were shelves with boxes packed on them. The shelves with boxes were everywhere lined up in multiple files. He walked in between them towards the front. He could hear voices

He asked again. "After making me try on this stupid costume" I mumbled and took off the eye patch. Jason looked me over, " Not bad though, it looks nice" he said and smiled " Anyway, when you see her tell her that she can't run forever. Buh bye" he said and left the shop.

Maton, then he smiled brightly as he said, “I love you so much, Mom.” Jason, who had just woken up, was not wearing his glasses. His face looked clean and handsome, and he had really good-looking features. He was truly a handsome man. In fact, all three men in the Matons were all good-looking. Mrs. Maton felt extremely happy just thinking about it.

Noah just stared at me for a second, he must've realized there was no longer anyone around to pretend for. Because very, very slowly, his mask slid off and that deranged glint in his eyes came back. I remembered it all too well. “I must admit, I never took you for the white knight type, Jason." He laughed, cold and ugly, sneering at me. "What the hell does that pathetic little nerd Lena have on you anyway? She’s got you wrapped around her finger like a damn—” I knocked him clean across the mouth before he could finish, so fast he never saw it coming, so hard it sent him stumbling to the floor.

She chuckled softly, "My mom's party, I can't cancel cause I told her we would come already, she even gave me her credit card to shop for our clothes and mask...." I nodded. I could remember her talking about a party yesterday now. "A mask party?" I asked interested, "Oh, I think Jason is coming to that, he asked me if I knew the kind of parties your family throws and I lied that I did." Some memories of last night was coming up. Jason's proximity, the drinks, the chat, the teenagers having sex...., they were all coming back slowly. And then, the memory of me placing my head on his shoulder and slowly falling asleep in such a disgusting place.

Jason asked his eyes blaring for my affection. I watched Jason and scratched my hair in confusion. Jason has always been here for me in school. He always protected me from my bullies. It would be bad for me to turn down his request. "Can't you just give me some time to think about it?" I asked in a whisper. "Alright, I would like to invite you to a mask party today by 6 PM. I would be there, and I would be waiting for you at Love Garden Center." He waggled his tongue and continued:

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

Jason's face turned cold, he glared at me fiercely before turning and walking away. Once they were gone, Beth's usual sharp, mocking demeanor took over as she smirked at me: "Did you see that? This is the man you're about to marry. He wears a mask because his face has been disfigured into a monster, and when he was driven out of the tribe, the alpha broke his legs." "Haha, this is the destiny that suits you, Caitlyn. You should marry a crippled monster! Instead of fantasizing about Jason!" I turned to her, she looked surprised, then jealous. I knew she always hated the way I looked, and she gritted her teeth, lowering her voice, "You should cover up your ugly face."