Niv Masks Mga Nobela at Kwento

she grabbed that glass bowl in which she had prepared that homemade mask on her own. “It’s NSHMFM,” she told him. His brows knitted. “And what kind of virus is this?” he asked her, making Nina frown. “Shut up. It's not a virus. It is Nina special home made facial mask for healthy, glowing and soft skin,” she told him, smiling at that bowl in her hand. “It is my beauty secret,” she uttered, deepening his frown. Lifting his hand, he wiped some mask away from her cheek.

After that, the five of them unhappily moved to the rest area. Alvin, Jason, and Cassandra sat together as they sipped their wine. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with Rosalie on the other end. Cassandra was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right Mr. Janssen. Your family business has to do with cosmetics right?" "Have you heard of this viral face mask? The Artic Snow Mask?" she asked. "I heard that it's incredibly effective and a lot of my friends have recommended it to me!"

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

The air felt heavy, like the walls themselves were listening. “We don’t move yet,” Nevio said. “We let them get comfortable. Let them think the escape scared us off.” “And in the meantime?” I asked. “In the meantime,” Nestore said slowly, “we rebuild our masks.” Nevio nodded. “Contacts. Shell companies. New identities where needed. We start circulating rumors that we’re interested buyers.” My stomach churned, but I didn’t look away. “And when they bite?” I asked. Nevio’s eyes were dark, steady. “We go in.”

Nirvana shrugged, "It's all good. The day was ruined anyway." "Nir, get your ass back here! This mask isn't going to wear itself you know!" A loud voice superseded a female figure who came out of one of the three rooms. She looked crazy wearing an almost dry, brown clay mask. "Calm the fuck down, Echo. It's not like I am running away." Nirvana rolled her eyes, wearing a small smile. "You bought this, don't think you can escape because it smells horrible."She marched into the living room with a small bowl of mixed clay in her hands.

I trailed off. “Also, those facemasks would just irritate your skin. So if I were you, I’d take them off before it gets itchy and irritated.” Jane and I looked straight at each other’s eyes and we both seemed to have spoken telepathically somehow. We both removed our mask in a very similar fashion. “Ugh, It’s just normal pimples.” Rolling her eyes, Nikki groaned in annoyance. “I really thought you two were going to spark up a pandemic or something.”

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

I gushed, running up to her. “Thanks,” she muttered, her fingers worrying one of the buttons on her vest. “But I’m still nervous. I’ve never modeled before.” Nodding, I reached into my bag and pulled out a delicate Venetian-style mask. “Here, put this on. It might help you feel more confident if you’re a little disguised.” Tina looked confused, but took the mask anyway. Little did she know that it was just a way to minimize questions over why Edwin would be arriving in his own mask. “Um, okay. If you say so.”

043 Eliaz's POV I hunched my back, making it a bit easier to shrink deeper into the black coat hung across my shoulders. An equally black baseball cap adorned my head and to match, I had on a nose mask that covered basically every of my facial features except my eyes. My eyes though, were on an entirely different level. With the emotions that ran through me at the moment, I was a hundred percent sure that my gaze would burn a hole through the glasses if i had decided to wear one. Plus it would be super uncomfortable. The fact that I was even dressed like this was an unwelcome surprise, and be rest assured that I wasn't going to spare the person who had recommended this to me.