Novel & Cerita Miguel O'hara Mask

Meggie slapped the table heavily. At that moment, a tall figure walked in through the door. He had a smile on his lips, wore a white mask on his face, and spoke softly, "Who made my grandma angry?"

“Understood.” Owen was dressed in a sharp, midnight blue tuxedo. His indigo mask was intricately designed with silver accents. A dark wig and fake mustache completed his disguise, making him nearly unrecognizable. I myself wore a classic black tuxedo, my mask adorned with gold accents. I donned a wig of slicked-back blonde hair. A neatly trimmed fake beard gave me an air of mystery. The elaborate disguises were meant to keep us hidden in plain sight.

He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human. The insecurity that haunted me for years had his name written all over it. Now, looking at him again, he had slicked-back hair, a bloated face, and a protruding beer belly that even his oversized suit couldn't hide. Years had passed, but he was just as unpleasant as ever. "Fine," I said. "Anyone who'd rather not hear old stories is welcome to leave. Just tell the front desk my name, and they'll set you up with a complimentary bottle of premium red wine on me. Consider it my apology."

He could recognize them because he has seen lots of movies they featured in. "Are you okay?" He couldn't help but ask after seeing how hard she gazed at them. Olivia turned and swallowed a huge lump of her saliva. Her lips felt too heavy to utter even a single word. She stares at Sage, then back at Maynard who was already laughing hard with Vernes. As if the stars were on her side, Mr Harper makes an official announcement that it's going to be a masked party, stating it's actually going to make the party more fun.

“Because I ran into Ms. Scott earlier on the porch, and she doesn’t seem to recognize me without the mask.” I gasp. Kristoff frowns. Lora’s pupils dilate. That voice came from Professor Julian Sebastian... Thus the golden mask... Oh my God! I catch my mouth. What did I just get myself into?

The dress was quite high above my knees and I was grateful for the fishnet stocking I wore. But what was the highlight of the look was the purple mask with a black feather on it. Hera said that some people there opted for masks and it was a safer option since my identity wouldn’t be revealed completely. I accessorized the look with a pair of small silver earrings, a black choker, and bold red lipstick. “If that asshole doesn’t fall to your knees after this, I am changing my name to Marionette,” Mia said and Hera and I both gave her a strange look. “What? It's a bad name.” She explained and I sighed.

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

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."

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 .

Miguel muttered and took the mask,he didn't know how to fix it so Nate helped him. "I can see you are new to all this"Nate said. "Yeah I'm new to it, I've never wear such"Miguel replied. "No more talking we need to get out of here before anyone suspect"Nate said and brought out the sheet they drew out their plan on. He checked the next plan and read it out to Miguel"So once we've take the oxygen mask and gas we would then pass the right hand side of the tunnel which would lead us to a ladder which we would then climb."Nate said.