Novel & Cerita Miguel O'hara Mask

Mike replied as he pushed his way through the front entrance of the auction building. Luke found it odd for him who had everything within his palm wanting something and asked carefully, "T- Then… What are you buying here?" Mike hummed teasingly not replying to anything as he turned his face to the manager who wrote down his name in the attendance book. Casting aside his black cloak to the servants who had opened the beaded curtain to the auction hall, Mike turned his face with a grin beneath the mask. The grin itself was beautiful to his charming fair skin yet under the masquerade mask that had a pattern of a crying person with droplets of golden tears, the grin looked ominous to the golden-

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance. "Hmph, You better do, or else I will never talk to you again," Midnight said to her. "Whatever you say, Night," Dr. Zithea said, obviously bored. That's right. These two are cousins. Dr. Zithea Hidalgo is one of the youngest doctors who graduated from Harvard University. She possesses many skills and talents, just like her cousin Midnight, but I think everyone who knows their family knows Midnight is a particular case.

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.

A weird mask, to be honest. The mask he was wearing was shining as if made up of some kind of metallic nails or dragon-scales. It covered half his face, leaving his identity veiled in mystery. “Who the hell are you?” Thea demanded, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. She wasn't frightened by him though, just a bit confused. The man smirked, folding his arms. “You know me, Maria,” he said, his voice smooth yet unsettling. Thea’s breath hitched. “Maria?” she echoed, shocked to hear her original name.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

If I were to estimate his age, I’d think he was over sixty. “Why?” I whispered. Craig had told me how important the mask was and how the person buying and the person selling information have to be anonymous. Red mask smiled, making him look younger. “This is the only way I can show you that I am sincere about the things I am about to say.” For some reason, I didn’t want to know what he wanted to say, but I was also eager to know about this strange mark. Craig also leaned towards him, “Does this mean she’s the person needed for the Blood Moon pack prophecy?”

And their masks glittered with crystals shaped like crescent moons. “Sexy voices,” Sylvia said. “Yes, and big dreams,” I added. Sylvia’s voice rose above the crowd. “And a big cock!” A laugh caught in my throat. “Shh.” She was going to get them kicked out of here. I was in between choking and chuckling when I ran straight into Xavier. He wore a mask formed from silver and black puzzle pieces. I’d been heading toward the Madder Hatter’s entrance and he was leaving. I’d been too busy yapping with Sylvia to look in front of me.

“Lily, we’re on the same team. How could you side with him?” “You sided with Alex too just now, didn’t you?” She chuckled. Olivia was speechless. … Mike was shocked as he stood still. As someone who was well-traveled, he thought he had seen everything. However, he did not know how to describe the face before him. Half-concealed by a black mask, his exposed face was covered with scars. It was hard to tell whether the scars resulted from burns or stab wounds, and even though half of them were covered by the mask, they still looked terrifying.

Diana exclaimed. "Wow, Madam, you actually recognized me under all this disguise?!" Mitbahl said, his face a picture of astonishment as he touched the mask covering his face. Diana looked him up and down. "Why have you transformed yourself like this?" Mitbahl was wearing a cap and had his entire face concealed behind a mask, making him look like a celebrity in disguise. "Oh, Madam, you know, it's better for the secret guard not to be too conspicuous. Low profile, you know."