Mask Maker In Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Wham! The masked woman slapped the man. At once, his cloth mask was knocked off. If Alex Rockefeller was here, he would have recognized this man who was none other than Frank Accardo’s son, Heath Accardo! “Bastard, your head is filled with garbage!” The masked woman was an envoy from Gokudo Soshiki. Her real name was Maiko Chiba.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

"Take it with you for research, and take care not to accidentally destroy it. You'll be given a reward if you manage to reverse engineer how it's made." The doctor nodded her head and carefully put the mask into a small container. Mikkel asked, "Is it made of human skin?" The doctor shook her head and responded, "I don't think so. It doesn't look like human skin." Mikkel exclaimed, "The craftsmanship is insane! It didn't even look like she had a mask on at all! I guess that's how she managed to fool everyone into thinking that she's a man. We're gonna make a fortune if we can make something similar of our own."

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

She pretended not to know. How was it possible? How could Amanda see through her? Amanda thoughtfully touched her chin. "Because I make these kinds of human skin masks myself. The person who made your mask isn't very skilled. I'm guessing you've been wearing that mask for many days. Do you know what the consequences will be? You'll get pimples all over your face. This glue is very irritating to the skin. It can perfectly fuse with the face, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake. But if you wear it for too long, there will be inflammation under the skin, and toxins can't be discharged, so pimples will appear on your face. These pimples aren't ordinary pimples; each one will be v

He comes beyond that term. "You are new in this field, right?" Dylan asked the man standing beside him. They are both wearing mask, Tricorno Tarocchi (A joker-like mask with large head piece and with bells on) for him, and Volto Macrame Maschille Gold for his new subordinate. "I'll tell you how we operate our business." They looked at each other. "Our products need a high investment 'ya know. So all we have to do is approach those men with golden spoons in their mouth. Be friendly of course, show them the product and start the deal. Very simple right?"

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

She unwrapped it and held it up and the last light of the day caught on it and threw shadows across her face. A mask. Dark wood, carved smooth, with narrow eye slits and no mouth and a surface that had been rubbed with ash until it was the color of charcoal. It covered the face from the forehead to the jaw and left nothing showing except the eyes. "I made this while you were training," she said. "The wood is willow and the ash is mixed with a binding that will hide your scent from any wolf who comes close. They'll smell smoke and old wood and nothing else. No pack, no bloodline, no name."

"You're not seeing the big picture here. I'm not going to her as 'me'. I'm going to her as 'you'." Xander's brows furrowed in confusion for a second. I loved that look of uncertainty. It wouldn't last long, though, because soon he'd understand exactly what I meant. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the mask. It was smooth, flesh-coloured, and moulded perfectly to look just like Xander. I had it custom-made, every feature copied down to the last detail. It was going to be flawless. His eyes widened in shock as I held the mask up for him to see.

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.