Miguel O'hara Mask Novels & Stories

he smiled. "Stop calling me that Grandpa" Mason frowned and the old man only chuckled. "Forcing you to get married wasn't a bad idea after all, come here" the old man hugged him but he didn't bother returning the hug. "Hey I haven't seen you before, you are you?" Rosa asked when she saw Miguel looking at the stage where Mason and his Grandpa were standing. He was shocked to see the hidden billionaire's face, turns out the years of wearing a nose mask weren't a waste, he was so handsome.

How could she suddenly call her because of this trifle? “If this had been the case, I wouldn’t have called you….” Sharon was a little helpless and continued, “Besides him, another man was wearing a mask. Then Hanson challenged him by saying that you were his woman, and the masked man took him away….” “... Is that a silver mask with a picture of flowers on it?” Hazel asked, speechless. “... Yes, you know him?” Sharon was relieved. “The man looked terrible. I think he takes Hanson Bryant away to give him a hard time.”

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Pamela then ushered Charles into her chambers, where she walked towards a table and picked up a mask. "Remember this mask, Charles?" asked Pamela. "I do; that's the same mask you wore when I saw you for the first time, back in Quinton Hotel. Virtually, of course." replied Charles. "There's significance to this mask. This is the one ornament that symbolises the head of the mafia group here in Paris." explained Pamela. "Whoever holds possession of this mask is the rightful 'Don' of my mafia group." "I see. So, why are you telling me this?" asked Charles.

"That old hag signed a contract indicating that he's not allowed to bed me, so I am safe, and if all went downhill, we do have securities here. You know Mike doesn't want to ruin his bar's reputation, right?" "What if this triggers your–?" I smirked, then showed that I regularly took my medications. "It has been long forgotten, queen. My pride also won't make me rich, you know. Besides, I've been doing this job for a year now." I then tapped her shoulder to assure her that I was okay with this, grabbed the black-colored masquerade mask, and put it on my face. "It's showtime!" I said and then went out of the dressing room.

The man's face was visible because the mask was off. “So this is you,” Orella said to herself.

There would be casualties if anyone came along, and based on how this person had been acting so far, he could tell the other wasn’t intent on injuring anyone. So, he drove to the abandoned school and was greeted by odd persons dressed in masks and cloaks. Even if his own family member betrayed him by wearing these kinds of outfits, he wouldn’t notice. “Did you remember to bring the money?” Miguel nodded his head in response to a cold male voice from one of the shrouded individuals, “yes I did.” “Then take it out slowly and don’t try anything crazy!” the masked man warned. Because he was the one in a vulnerable situation, he obeyed and took out the suitcase containing untraceable notes.

She had been recognized! She looked up under the street light. It was Micah's strategist. His black mask was a mysterious veil, but the light shining upon it also sparked hope in Harmonia's heart. “Who… who are you?” She had a guess in her mind, but she couldn't confirm it. She needed to verify his identity. Harmonia raised her hand and removed his mask. The moment his incredibly handsome face appeared, Harmonia's trembling hand suddenly lost strength, releasing the mask, which fell to the ground with a faint sound.

She turned toward the entrance. "I didn't authorize that." One of the masked figures lowered his head. "You no longer needed to." Seraphine stared at him. "What did you say?" The masked man slowly removed his obsidian mask. Gasps echoed through the chamber. Beneath the mask... Was the face of a man no one expected to see. Michael Okafor. The friend Samuel had mourned. The man whose confession had changed everything. He smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, Seraphine."

Oliver followed the tall masked man into the large house. The music was loud. The gold lights were very bright. Oliver felt very nervous. His stomach hurt from the punch. The masked man grabbed Oliver's arm. He pulled Oliver away from the rich guests. They walked into a dark, quiet hallway. The man opened a heavy wooden door. He pulled Oliver inside a small room and shut the door. The loud music faded away. It was just the two of them in the dark. "You're Montgomery heir?" Oliver asked. He looked at the black silk mask. The man's grey eyes looked very familiar in the shadows.