Persona 3 Mask Novels & Stories

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

The peculiar expression on Remiel's face vanished from their sight once the door closed. Larissa said, "Mister, it seems like he's wearing a prosthetic mask." Ambrose was startled. "How did you find out?" "The art of disguise is Zayn's forte. He's capable of making prosthetic masks—but of course, they're not literally made out of human skin. He uses some sort of nanomaterials that resemble the texture of human skin. "I noticed that Remiel's appearance was quite off, but then I finally realized it resembled a prosthetic mask."

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

The pack view always give me some kind of relief as his pack was rated the best in their Kingdom. Tristan, his most loyal guard and also his right hand joined him on the rooftop and stood beside him. " Don't let the thought of your mate bother you your highness, I'm sure you will meet her when the moon goddess want" Tristan said "I'm not worried about when to meet her but I'm more worried about who she will be. Is she going to be a princess? Or she is gonna be a beta? Will she like me with this mask or will she reject me? I fear rejection more than anything as I don't wanna die as a lonely alpha. Mum said she will be the one to remove this mask, what if she is a witch? Or a vampire? How woul

Nezeira looked at them and said in an icy tone, “Are you guys done? Because if UV rays are something you thought you could use to subdue me because it's night-time, then I afraid it is not going to work.” Then she started to walk towards them. The two masked people started to retreat with the shorter one suddenly turning around and jumping off the window escaping, leaving his companion behind. The taller person, saw that their plan failed, and tried to flee but Nezeira, in lightning speed caught the person by the collar hoisted up and with one swift move snatched away the mask revealing a handsome face. She coldly stared at the dark brown eyes and spoke,

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

His dark hazel eyes staring at her naked body while she sucked on her lips. "I can't believe he rejected this," he murmured. "He? He who?" Christiana opened her eyes, trying to cover her exposed body. The words had struck something in her. Who did he mean by he? "Uhm... No not like he..." he struggled to gain control of his speech again. "You know the books where people refer to themselves in the third person point of view," he smiled, pulling closer to her. Although her senses spoke opposite, she couldn't help but fall into his arms as his kisses touched her neck.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

She bowed her head, and pinched her hand nervously. "It's fine," the familiar voice broke out. The tone tickled Raina's curiosity as she looked up. The individual was putting on a mask. His hair literally covered his whole face. His appearance gave Raina chills as he gave off a bad person vibe, probably because of his dressing. All black.