Naruto Fanfiction Broken Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hence, as everyone turned outside again, their creased brows eased as they saw endless radiance converge, and Frank reappeared as they watched. Masked Man was so shocked his jaw almost dropped. "H-How did you get that power?" Frank chuckled. "Someone helped me, naturally—just like how you could trigger explosions by just pointing, but I couldn't." Masked Man laughed bitterly. "That means you were born to be a bad matchup for me. Guess my defeat isn't all that harsh in hindsight, as everything has been predetermined." "You're right that your defeat doesn't seem that bad, but you're wrong about it being predetermined."

she put on a bright and encouraging smile as she saw me come out. I quickly took a shower and dried up. made my hair and put on some makeup. I put on one of my finest limited edition dresses to look confided and as seductive as ever, it was going to be as if nothing ever happened. I'd wear mask for the public and unmask when I'm by myself. only I knows my true pain. I had planned what I was going to do in getting back to work. allow everyone to be and pretend I didn't know what they did and loose them when they fall into my traps. they were all going to feel the miserable I felt, the misery they put me through.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

Today's incident had blown up. An attack at an event like this would surely be kept out of the news, but behind the scenes, things were bound to get turbulent. After changing clothes, Tabitha stood in front of the mirror and realized that her mask was already broken. The mask was flawless in every other way, but water was its weakness. The moment it became wet, it lost its shape. Combined with the bullet's graze, the damage had worsened—she reached up and touched it, her fingertips catching on a curled edge where the mask had cracked.

I was wearing a mask so that no one could recognise me because I didn't want unnecessary attention. Without a word,I picked the glass and gulped the drink.A groan left my lips and I closed my eyes, feeling the cold drink travel down my throat. I'm not a heavy drinker.However,I wanted to test my limits tonight. “Damn you Lucas! And fuck you Monalisa!Why would you do this to me?"I slammed the glass on the bar counter,pain ripping my already broken heart. "Another glass please...”I choked out. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks behind the black mask.

He flipped me over onto my back, hiking my legs up over his shoulders so he could see exactly where we were joined. "Look at that," he panted, his obsidian mask looking down at me like a god. "You're a mess. My friend's cum on your face, and my cock buried in your pussy. You like being our toy, don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, my hands reaching out to touch the smooth surface of his mask. "Please... please don't stop."

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

The sickening snap echoed through the room. Ronan gasped, collapsing to one knee, arm hanging limp. I screamed, “RONAN…NO!” The figure turned toward me again. But Vale was up. Barely. Bloody. Wheezing. He grabbed the broken door hinge on the floor and charged. He swung it like a blade, smashing it across the mask with a brutal metallic crack. The mask split. A long, jagged crack from forehead to chin. The figure froze. For one second, everything was still—Ronan gasping in pain, Vale shaking, my pulse thundering in my ears.