Miles Morales Mask Moving Eyes Novels & Stories

I leant forward, bracing my hands on the table’s edge. She shook her head. “No. No, he was wearing a mask. But I saw his eyes. Does that help?” “Everything helps,” said Marla gently. “They were brown.” Raina blinked. “Or maybe green. No…” She bit her lip. “Definitely not green. Shit. Sorry, Alpha. I can’t – I can’t remember.” I wanted to punch something. Instead, I shoved a hand under the table and pinched my thigh. Hard. “It’s okay, Raina,” I said, and it almost sounded like I meant it.

I don’t bother waiting for the car to warm up before my foot presses down on the gas pedal, lurching my car forward. I try not to look at the person watching me from across the lot, but curiosity gets the better of me. As I’m about to turn out of the exit lane and onto the main road, I catch sight of the mask covering his face, my blood running cold. The base of the mask is black with dark red crosses over the eyes and what appears to be stitching over the mouth, set into a wide, menacing grin. Even as I speed out of the parking lot, my tires screeching as I go, I still feel his eyes piercing through my skin, my soul. Exhaling a shaky breath, I glance in the rearview mirror to see he’s still

“I can’t… He’s the glue, Xiomar. He keeps us together. If he goes…” Xiomar slammed his fist against the wall, the sound echoing down the hall. “Don’t say it.” His voice shook, low and rough. “Don’t you fucking say it.” The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until the door finally creaked open. Morales stepped out, his gloves stained red. My heart stopped. “Well?” I demanded, stepping forward, my voice sharp with fear. “Tell me!” Morales let out a slow breath, pulling the mask from his face. “He’s alive. For now.”

Fuck. Gizmo was immediately restrained by one man and Logan was cornered by the other two. He couldn't see their faces through his obscure vision, only their eyes and eyebrows since they were wearing surgical masks. If Logan would have seen them in a movie, he would have laughed at how ridiculous they looked. But right in front of him, threatening to take his life, his body became rigid like a rock.

His left eye supposed to be there but Vincenzo is the reason he has only one eye "You will pay for this brother", Marcelo swore

I stiffen and gasp in fear. My mom's eyes grow big and I see tears forming in them. Following the arm up to the face of a large, muscular man, with dark shades covering his eyes. He has one of those earbuds that bodyguards in movies have in one of his ears. I decided it is best to not resist and turn my shocked eyes back to my mom and then Antonio Falaguerra.

The source of it all was Zachary. Enraged, Melissa had people beat Vexana up so badly that she was seriously injured. As for Zachary, the police arrested him on charges of solicitation. His condition was severe and already in the late stage. Once the news broke, the class group chat exploded. Some people mocked him. Others sighed in disbelief. Some cursed him outright, while others watched the drama with morbid fascination. Among the hundreds of messages were updates about others as well. Finneas had eventually gotten reported and lost his career. Even his wife and children left him.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.