Persona 3 Mask Novels & Stories

Anthony retrieved an item and handed it to Charmine. Charmine received it and saw that it was a mask. It was no ordinary mask, too… It was a Peppa Pig character mask! “You bought this for me?” she blurted in surprise. What was going on in Anthony’s brain? Was this a new method to woo women?

MASQUERADE PARTY **Third Person POV** After being meticulously styled by two staff of Feurene's elite glam team, she was finally ready to make her way to the Grand Hall of a luxurious hotel. Snow wore a stunning black evening gown, adorned with intricate champagne-colored beadwork that shimmered under the light. Her face was partially hidden behind a delicate Venetian lace metal mask, its dark hue accentuating the mysterious allure of the event. Though her heart pounded with nerves, she took a deep breath, willing herself to stay composed. Tonight, she could not afford any missteps not with the influential guests in attendance, and certainly not with the prestigious Sylvestre family hosting

A strategic asset to secure my future. I was disgusting. Jason was never an asset. He was a person. A scared, brave, determined person who was fighting just to exist in a world that wanted to own him. And I tried to own him too. I manipulated him. Befriended him with ulterior motives. Took him to my father like he was a gift to be presented. The memory makes me sick. I think about the night I rescued him from the dungeon. How he looked at me when I removed my mask. The confusion and hope and fear in his eyes.

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.

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

The character was feminine, but not very well represented in that boy's mask, bulging eyes, grotesquely curved eyebrows, large red lips open in a smile with too many sharp teeth, long and pointed nose, rosy cheeks with prominent cheekbones, all in one evil grimace. The third boy: Brighella. The jester of the Zanni's deceptions and intrigues. Masks with oblique olive eyes, almost tanned brown skin, red cheeks, comically elongated and deformed nose, dramatic defined eyebrows, abundant French-cut mustache, lips closed in a wolfish and twisted smile. Last but not least chilling: Polichinella. The ruffian, philosophical and pimp whose mask has a normal hooked nose, eyes with wrinkled eyelids, a c

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

I was about to leave when I heard Melissa and Vexana's voices. "Melissa, I seriously didn't expect that idiot to be doing this well now. But what about what happened back then—" "Shut up!" Melissa snapped. "What happened back then? We were kids. We just wanted to befriend her. Besides, she's fine now, isn't she? Look at her. Do you really think she can afford a Rolls-Royce? She's probably just putting on a show. For all we know, she's just a driver for her boss."

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

Daniel, Dima, and Rovan appeared and froze, staring in astonishment at Malik standing before them, a perfect replica of Hashmat's face. Malik: The Nasser mask failed, but I think we succeeded with this one. Daniel entered, running a finger along the mask. Daniel: I knew Nasser's mask would fail, but this... this is exactly like it. Malik: I'm leaving now. Malik went into his room, put on his Malik clothes, and carefully placed his papers and ID card in his pockets, as if creating a new identity. Dima entered the room, stood beside him, and pressed a long, passionate, almost violent kiss to the mask, reflecting the intensity and urgency of the moment.