Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

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."

He asked while I was wearing the necklace back. “Yes,” I answered with confidence. He walked closer to me and suddenly hugged me. I didn’t know why when I suddenly remembered Mang Berto. I recognized him because of the cover on his left eye. “Mang Berto?” I asked while looking at him clearly. He smiled at me and removed the eye patch on his left eye. He looks healthier and younger than before. He is wearing a four pocket jumper and boots with his vintage pickup truck. He really looks like a country man.

Loose dark blue windbreaker, Green Peacock plume, the outline under the mask is clear and beautiful, the beauty in the skin is crystal clear, "That is Kim, right?" Miles was stunned when he looked at her. He always felt that the face under the mask must be as beautiful as a fairy. The 18-year-old boy swallowed his saliva, "Sister, she... Is she really Kim? It can't be true? So much change?" "It's this little bitch, a ting. Go ahead and take off the mask on her face. I'd like to see what kind of White Bone Demon she is. Even the famous Ethan Owl are addicted to her." In fact, Melody has prepared herself. How can that bumpkin be beautiful out of a sudden? But she still wanted to see how beauti

"Though what they did was a violation of pack law, strictly speaking." Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. Clara’s voice came through, high-pitched and urgent: "Elena, come quick! The monitors spiked—the nurse saw your mother's eyes moving!" I mumbled a hasty "thank you" to the stranger and bolted toward the ICU elevators. Dr. Morales was already checking María’s vitals when I burst into the room, my wolf pacing anxiously beneath my skin. "You saw movement?" he asked Clara. "Yes, her eyes tracked the light when the nurse came in," Clara confirmed, her hands shaking. "We both saw it. It wasn't just a reflex."

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.

The timestamp in the corner reads 1:53 PM. At first, nothing happens. Then, the door opens, and my heart leaps to my throat as Miles appears, his blue dinosaur sweater clearly visible. He’s walking normally, not running, and he’s holding hands with someone—a tall man in a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up. The man’s face is largely obscured, both by the hood and what appears to be a surgical mask covering the lower half of his face. “Who the hell is that?” Arthur growls, leaning closer to the screen.

I nodded and sat in the waiting chair. I looked at Doctor Milka. He seemed to be in his late forties and was wearing a black mask. I tried to catch a glimpse of his face for any sign of a scar, but there was none to be seen. I remembered that M had a scar running across his face from his left ear to the right ear, passing across his nose. But here, I couldn't see the scar or the outline of a mask. "Doctor Milka, I just came to see the famous magic doctor," I said to him politely. "I will get going now," I said, standing up and waving at him.

His muscular tattooed arms, his broad chest and his sexy biceps were all in view. He was holding his phone, and his ocean blue eyes were fixed unwaveringly on his phone's screen. His countenance was etched with a profound frown as he gazed at the image of Dave, enfolding Marisa's waist in a desperate attempt to prevent her from tumbling. This photograph had been sent to Alejandro by the individual he had tasked with the duty of surveilling Marisa.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.