Personajes De La Máscara Mga Nobela at Kwento

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

She was surprised to see a masked human figure in front of her. "Who are you?" Queen Lourine Chatrine asked while trying to get up. The masked human figure stretched out her hand and helped queen Lourine Chatrine to sit down. Queen Lourine Chatrine didn't take her eyes off the masked human wearing a long green robe that covered her entire body. "Tell me, who are you?" Again queen Lourine Chatrine asked. The masked man just stood still and looked down. "I think you're a bad person if you don't show your face and tell me who you are. I ask you again, who are you?" Queen Lourine Chatrine seemed to be getting annoyed. After a while, the masked human remained silent, queen Lourine Chatrine stood

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

"You see, I've been wanting to meet you, Mara Kaelin. The woman who infiltrated my organization. Who stole my secrets. Who made me look like a fool." "Then you know I'll kill anyone who gets in my way." "Oh, I'm counting on it. Because you see, every person here? Every masked soldier? They're not mine. They're yours." Celeste felt cold spreading through her. "What?" Mara asked. "Check their uniforms. Go ahead." Mara moved closer to the nearest figure. Pulled back their mask. And froze. It was one of her people. From the Kaelin family. Someone who'd helped them escape earlier.

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

he demanded, his voice low and menacing. The Head General Ybarra stood tall like a sentinel, his sword unsheathed and gleaming silver in the moonlight. As he confronted the mysterious woman before him, he couldn't see her face beneath the black warrior mask, but he could sense the smirk behind it. It sent shivers down his spine, but he stood firm, unfazed by her dark and cold presence. "I am the Mask Princess," she announced coldly, her sword shining bright as she raised it to his neck. He was taken aback when she revealed that she was no man, but he quickly regained his composure and informed her that she had no proper authorization to be there.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Alessio I slam Chiara down on the metal bed, grabbing her hand that she somehow managed to slip out of the strap. I look around for my knife, but I realize that she managed to swipe it away from my grasp and it fell on the floor. I twist her wrist and slip it back inside the strap, tightening it and making her cry out. I stare at her in anger, breathing hard because of what almost transpired. She shouldn’t have attempted to touch my mask. No one knows who I am and what I am, and it should stay that way. I’ve been protecting myself for far too long and I won’t let some rat’s child get in the way of that.