Miguel O'hara Mask Novels & Stories

Hardin couldn’t contain his excitement as he began to talk, “those were not only abortion pills, I don’t want you coming back to haunt us” As the final words left his mouth, Martina fell on the floor and closed her eyes forever.

As we walk into the full hall with people dancing, I have my arm looped around Ruggerio’s. Just like the first time I set foot in this room, I feel free and happy. As we descend the long stairs with the white balustrades, we already plan on which bar we are going to attack first, before settling in a cozy lounge. “Who knows if our room will still be available tonight?” Ruggerio grins at me and I shake my head, not able to contain my happy smile. We are wearing the same mask we wore the night we met. The only difference will be, that he will get to slip it off me by the end of the night. THE END

the photographer told the ninja couple to wait for his signal before their lips should touch each other. Daniella was alarmed when Mr. Ortega pulled down her mask and did the same with the mask he was wearing and her eyes widen when she recognized the man. It was no other than, Marcus Madrigal, her ex-husband, but it was too late to refuse him when the crowd was loudly cheering for them. “Three!”

The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before. "The Catalyst would live as long as you do," the mask said. Miguel suddenly dropped the box. "Boss," he said, pointing at the mask. I turned to look at it. The mask was spewing a black inky substance, and immediately it entered my mouth. I fell as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I felt I was being drowned by the strange substance.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Lovelyn's Pov I watched as Maya rushed out of the ward. "What just happened?" I asked as I faced Michael. "That's Maya for you, when she likes something, she chases after it till she gets it" he replied. "I've packed all our belongings so let's get going". "Hold on" he replied and brought out a mask then he wore it on his face. "What's with the mask?" "For people not to recognize me" he replied. "Seems your arrogance has reduced a bit" I said and he glared at me.

A man looked around where he was before walking towards a car that was parked at a desolate place. He was wearing a mask to conceal his identity and when he got to the car, he knocked on it. The person inside opened the door for him to enter and he did. When he had entered, he closed the door and removed the mask. "Good day, ma'am." Ophelia's face came into view. She nodded. She was wearing her sunglasses even when inside the car and her mouth was moving, showing that she was chewing something.

“Ugh, true.” He suddenly snapped his fingers. “What if your name has something about your mask? You’ll be wearing it in the pictures anyway.” I looked down at the small silver mask lying beside me. He had ordered them not long ago and it arrived in a jiffy. He’s really excited for this. “Oh yeah, every mysterious designer needs a mask. I got you three. One silver, one black, one full-face with crystals. No big deal.” I picked up the silver one.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

Because his oxygen levels are depleted, he's been forced to breathe with the assistance of an oxygen tube. Terrence took a wooden box out of his father’s bedside drawer and placed it near him. His father gathered all his strength to open the wooden box with his son’s assistance and took out a peculiar-looking mask. It is made of silver and gold. "T-this is the Black Scorpion mask. Anyone who bears this mask bears the entire organization. It's yours now." Travis said while barely holding the mask with his pale hands. He extended his hand to give it to Terrence. Terrence took the mask from his father and examined it. He realized it has a resemblance to a scorpion’s face. "Dad", was all he coul