Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

Mira’s POV I sat quietly in the car, my hands resting on my lap as I stared out the window. The city lights flickered as we drove past, illuminating the roads and casting a glow inside the tinted glass. My disguise—a black mask, black hat, and oversized sunglasses—felt suffocating, but it was necessary. My face was everywhere. I was a ghost that had come back to life, and if anyone recognized me, it would cause chaos. Alex glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You can take it off now.”

" The masked man did not listen to her as he continued to attack roughly, and was almost molesting her when Somira ripped his mask off his face. She turned to look at who the person was, and a great wave of shock filled her body. She stood still staring at the face, her mind not able to get settled with who she was staring right at, a spark of light passed through her spine in a watly she could not comprehend. "Milston..?" She muttered with enlarged eyes, her lips found it difficult to move and she felt her world falling apart at the sight of him. Milston could no longer continue, for his face had already been displayed before Somira. He paused for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on her stunne

“Let me greet you formally.” Zzup! The earth fell flat on the ground as Miley disappeared with an even paler complexion. Ali peered at his back, trying to read her thoughts. Her complexion said nothing. She was still smiling under the mask. Her eyes curled like a crescent moon, so beautiful. However, her aura suggested that was unlikely. Dap! Dap! Dap! A minute later, a few heavy steps came toward them. Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle.

Unmoving. A mask glints faintly. My pulse spikes. “Ezra—!” I shout, stumbling backward. Footsteps thunder down the stairs. Ezra appears instantly, gaze snapping to me—then to the darkness behind me. His expression changes. Not fear. Not anger. Recognition. The masked figure steps forward. Moonlight catches the edge of his mask, revealing only the glossy black surface and the suggestion of hollow eyes beneath. He lifts one hand slightly. A gesture of peace.

Gulp! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily and said, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that. You’re a bigshot, so how will I have the audacity not to show you respect? The critical problem is that Annabelle has been having her menses for the past two days—” Before he could finish his sentence, Miles slapped him. A resounding clap was heard, and he was knocked unconscious from the blow before he tumbled to the ground.

The girl was now looking at the appearance of the man. The man's eyes were gray with the square glasses he was wearing. Also a mask that sticks to and covers the nose and lips. And the branded clothes he wears. And Jazlyn was absolutely sure that the man was Ace Morin. "What brings you here? Are you disguised now to come to my campus? Where's your car? I didn't see it," Jazlyn asked. Ace Morin now really took off his mask and then pulled Jazlyn's hand back into the park which was quite quiet. Now the man looked at Jazlyn who was right in front of him.

She clenched her fists and fought back her tears. The earth seemed to fall silent for a moment. Mila's slender figure by the roadside was in stark contrast to such a harsh and remote place. She was dressed in a white shirt, a pair of jeans, and white shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a mask that showed only her eyes, which met Nathan's.

She stepped closer. “I’ll survive one night in the slums with you.” Her lips were barely an inch from mine. Before I could answer, the primary security terminal released a long, high-pitched alarm. The digital map flickered. The red markers vanished. The entire screen turned white. Morales rushed to the terminal, his fingers moving rapidly across the controls. Within seconds, the color drained from his face. “Boss…” I had never heard that fear in his voice. “What is it?” “It’s not just La Pintana.”

her eyes kept gushing out tears non-stop and so did Melanie and Tikka "W....what about mine? Check mine" Michelle said suddenly. Her face is already so freakishly red "Michelle,you really don't have_" "I have to Tikka. I..I can't live in a world without Eros. I...can't let him die just like that. So...so please. Mine might match" Miguel she said with a determined look in her swollen eyes Mexico** "Where is that kelp for brains?" Bexley clicked her tongue in confusion.

RHEA'S POV Miles stands there, tall and unmovable, his grey eyes burning through my emerald mask like it is not even there. His chest rises and falls sharply, as his fists clench at his sides, and his mask hangs loosely in his hand. "Rhea," he says again, his voice lower this time and more dangerous. "Take off the mask." I remain still, pressing my lips tightly together. If I speak, he will know it is me. The mask might hide my face, but not my voice.