Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

MOM" I shouted when I saw my mother entered the door " baby? you are awake already?" She said and run towards my side I excitedly hugged her " Mrs. can I talk to you outside for a while," the doctor said They both went outside and I was left with these unfamiliar people keeps on staring at me, I took a glance at each face and stopped at a tall man with a numb eye staring at me with a longing face. " he can't remember us" I heard the other guy said " GUN!" I heard a bang on the door and saw OAB breathing harshly

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.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"No, it was masked, all I saw were his eyes. Evin, your eyes, they were glowing blue that night, the masked stranger's eyes held the same glow as yours......" "The same as my eyes?" He asked in disbelief, "Hmm.... you probably thought it was me for a second didn't you? I wouldn't blame you Mez, but it's not me, I already have you here by my side, and I'm not letting anyone get their hands on you either. That sick bastard hasn't seen the worst of me..."

he yelled suddenly making Michelle jump up "I'll kīll her, fûck it!' he spat rushing to his car. He got in and resumed driving like a lunatic "Oh saviours "Michelle lowered herself on a seat. She dipped her face in her palm allowing fat tears to roll down her cheeks "Melanie, please be okay. Please" she clasped her hands together praying sliently Graveyard Cartel** "Go for an eye surgery already" Eros said to Tikka as she wore another pair of glasses

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Selene's POV My eyes were stung with a flash of light, and I growled, rolling over away from it. My peace was ruined. "Moon Goddess, come on?" I growled. I opened one eye slowly, hoping against hope to see some miracle—a flat chest, zits, maybe a beard. No such luck. My mom stood over by the window over near the far side of the room, smiling tightly as she opened the curtains. "Good morning, my love," she gasped,

Only the corridor and the echo of my own soft footfalls. Another door stands slightly ajar. Through the narrow crack, a monitor blinks green. A rhythmic beep keeps time with my heartbeat, a measured metronome. I slow, drawn toward it. My reflection catches in the small square of glass: eyes darker than I remember, hair falling in waves, a faint shimmer of light across my skin. I lift a hand and trace the outline of my face on the glass as if to prove I’m solid.

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."