Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

But still, he was determined, and he managed a weak knock instead. A full minute of silence passed, in which he finally recovered enough to stand up straight, before Aiden’s mother opened the door. “Is Aiden home?” Miles asked eagerly, though very breathily. Ms. Morales opened the door all the way to get a better look at the boy on her doorstep, and the minute she did, she let out a deep, melancholy sigh. “Miles Parker, right?” “Yes Ma’am.” “I’m sorry, but Aiden can’t see you right now.”

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.

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

Damon "Clear the road!" I yelled at Miguel, who promptly pushed two cars aside as if they were toys. Once the dust settled, I opened the van door and climbed in. Isabella looked at me with bright eyes and a small smile. "It's the mask, isn't it?" she asked, touching its cold surface, quieting the whispers of rage and destruction. Her hand moved to untie the mask before pulling it off my face. I knew my eyes were probably blazing with golden fire, but she didn't seem to mind.

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..."

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,

She felt her body rocking on the bed as he pounded into her again… In her ecstasy, in the thrashing of her head, she didn't notice his mask slipping until it was too late. As her vision cleared and she focused on his face, the mask slipped completely off his head, revealing features she knew all too well. Time seemed to stop. The world narrowed to this single impossible moment. Grayson. Her boss. Grayson Taylor was Sir.

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.