Persona 3 Mask Novels & Stories

Did he taste the past in that pancake? Did he feel her, Sofia, in the middle of that room, standing behind my mask? He couldn’t possibly know. He shouldn’t. Not with this mask on. This mask, crafted from synthetic silicon and smart-bonded flesh technology still years ahead of anything North America even dreams of producing. Gloria outdid herself, as always. Built me this second skin like she was coding a new personality, layer by layer. “Sofia!” Giada’s voice yanked me back into the room.

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

"Not if he doesn't know that I'm gone." "If you want to buy something, just tell me and I will get it for you." "I want to do something personal." "From a scale of one to ten?" I hummed in thought. "Eleven." "Fine. I'll stall for you but be back before the break is over." "I promise." "Don't forget and carry a mask. It would be troublesome if you encountered fans without having security around." "Don't worry." I said and I pulled out a black mask from my pocket. "I know what to do, remember?"

party sounds interesting to her. She went back to the hotel before the dawn came. Eura fixed herself for the party. She even orders a mask for it. A black mask with red lace border. There are small red sequins all over it. On the left side were a huge red flower and red feathers beside it. “This is perfect!” she uttered while looking at the mask in her hands.

Laura asked staring at the screen, a picture of a mask. "Ahh, I think the colour is too shiny" Alex said as they stared at the sky blue mask. "But we can still make it black instead of blue right?" Elena asked. "But it still looks childish. Seriously what's up with the feathers on the edges of the mask?" Alex still protested. "I think he is right " Laura said as they stared at the mask. "Ok then, let's see the next one" Elena said as Laura click the next button. "Ah ah, this one looks too bad" Peter said as she click the the next button.

A soft gasp escaped her when I pulled out, leaving her red, puffy hole gaping and silently begging to be filled again. We laid down together, with her head laying on my chest, as she idly tracing against my skin. “I love your mask, by the way,” Karyna whispered as she trailed her fingers over the object. “I’ve always had fantasies about fucking someone with a mask on,” “Oh, is that so?” I rumbled, getting aroused again. “Yea,” she sighed. “Especially this ghost mask. I’ve seen a lot of guys wear it on TikTok, and I find it very hot. It’s really sexy,”

If he posted the video online, if my mother saw me getting fucked… “No. Please, if you let me wear them, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Anything I want?” He echoed. “Anything you want.” I confirmed, even as my tongue flooded with a sour taste. Jasper walked over to the closet, returning shortly with the golden mask on his face. He crouched in front of me, gently pushing my hair into the brown wig and slipping on my usual silver mask. His fingers curved my cheek, and his dark eyes glinted from behind the mask. “You see?” He murmured. “I can be reasonable. Of course I wouldn’t expose your identity, Elian.”

What do you want? In the crowd, the patient who once attempted suicide looked at me. His smile was one of trust and gratitude. I returned his smile with reassurance. This was exactly what I wanted.

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.