Miguel O'hara Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

She looked ridiculous! "What about you? What are you wearing? I saw a few horror masks inside." "Which one do you think fits me more?" I asked, holding a ghost face and a dali mask in both hands. "Hmm... wear the dali mask. You should also have brought a red suit," she giggled, pertaining to Money Heist's signature costume. I carefully wore the mask and made sure it's tight enough on my face so it wouldn't easily fell down while we're riding on extreme rides.

“Dalton Alroy, can you see clearly what kind of mask this is?” Andraste Cheever, who had put on his mask, looked straight at Dalton and asked him with a smile. “It’s a modern variation of white Venetian mask representing the ambitious dictator—Julius Caesar.” Dalton Alroy barely hesitated before talking about the background story of this Venetian mask. That was right; the ambitious dictator of the generation, Julius Caesar, was represented by a white Venetian mask.

“We caught the omega, the one who stabbed Alpha Damien. I raised my head, wiping off tears. “What did you just say?” “He was trying to escape,” Marcus said, letting out a groan. “He almost made it past the guards.” Aragon frowned. “An omega? That's impossible. No omega could get past our wards, much less lay a hand on Alpha Damien.” Marcus shook his head sharply. “That's the thing. He wasn't just an ordinary omega. He was masked.” “Masked?” Alan asked, shocked. “Yes,” Marcus said, running his hands through a scroll. “It's a powerful masking spell. An old one. He looked and smelled like a beta. A silver-eyed Beta from one of the packs in the south, who attended today's meeting.

Hell, no, marrying that masked man wasn't an option. Fortunately, Gloria had already arranged the customer's order and kept it on the counter so I took the tray and veered toward the table. I got to the table and scrutinized the man whose head was inclined. He was clad in a black jacket, his hair covered with a matching black face cap. It was quite odd to see someone dressed like that but I shrugged off the intrusive thoughts. I had no business with his dress sense, what mattered was his ability to pay for his order. "Good afternoon, Sir, thank you for your patronage. I hope you enjoy our tasty burger..." I said enthusiastically and turned around to leave when his deep chuckle caused me to f

A few minutes later, she came out fully dressed with a bright smile. Thank……...yo…..u Ophelia wanted to thank him for the clothes but suddenly paused halfway after seeing his face with the mask off. It was no other than her ex-fiancé, “Rome Sinclair”. “What the hell are you doing here!?” She yelled in anger. “Trying to help you,” he replied, still smiling continuously. “I tried to run away from you but you still end up following me here. What exactly did you want from me!?”.

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.