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Soon they stared at Narciso, and it looked like they were ready to kill him. All the guns were pointed at them, yet they didn’t look worried. They had the command of the situation, command of the room. One by one they started removing their masks. He saw Valentina clad in black. What the hell? He saw Ambrosia clad in black with a bazooka in her hands. What was happening? He saw Sameeksha clad in black staring at Narciso. What was going on? He saw Hazel clad in black. His mind was about to be blown. Finally, the leader removed the mask and Michelangelo’s heart stopped.

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.

Ana, Caddaric’s grandma asked. “That his evil side is shown beneath the mask,” Marshall revealed indifferently. Since Caddaric was here, he wasn’t afraid to say it. Anna was too shocked. She thought that perhaps Caddaric would be more human than his father but he seemed worse. Also, he had a fake identity, which made him even more dangerous. “You are the masked man? Denzel, tell me it’s not true.” Caddaric began to have an aching head. Why was it difficult for the women to accept his other identity? His father once told him that nice people couldn’t rule the mafia and he had taken the advise seriously. “Grandma, my name is Caddaric.”

“If your sister knows what kind of a man he is, why hasn’t she divorced him?” “Who knows? There’s probably something wrong with her brain!” The group of people left. After finding out that Mask was someone from the government, whose identity was bound by the principle of secrecy, Beatrice’s feelings for him only became even more irrevocable. She began to imagine Mask as a hero who protected his country, a military god during battles. She fantasized about the day he would come to her in a shining armor after defeating his enemies in a flame-filled battle. When the time came, he would make her his wife and treat her with love and affection.

The sting of the alcohol in the air made me scrunch my brows, but I ignored it in lieu of facing the masked person donning a lab coat. Mask, or the Doctor as others preferred calling them, was the scientist and doctor responsible for engineering our forms. Their faces remained a mystery and they were the only ones aside from the Leaders allowed to wear a mask. They also played 'doctor' for short bursts in time, aiding in healing those that returned. It was very rare, considering that the majority of us never did. “I see you're back alive.” Their disembodied voice filtered through the mask. I sneered at the irritation. “Not exactly in good shape though.” The amusement in their time made me wa

He scratched his clean cut black hair and snorted, making Black and Flute look at him. "Mga 'tol, can you at least explain everything in the simplest way a noob can understand? Don't you feel pity to Yuri?" he asked, shooting Yuri a sideway glance who glared at him. He faked a cough. Grabe! He's just trying to make them laugh, you know! But no one did! How cruel they were to Mijo. Black smiled again. "We will be the members of The Masked. Just like the wizards in my story and the Four Horsemen, we will be doing something entertaining using our abilities to grab attention."

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

He was a descendant of the Flame Emperor? Andrius was in disbelief. Riiip... At those words, the mask on the man’s face ripped apart, revealing his true face. Andrius looked over and instantly believed him. It was an incredibly old face. The wrinkles on the face were almost melded together, making him horrifying to look at. Andrius believed that experts like the masked man could only be corroded into such a withered appearance by unseen and intangible forces like time. “Now, you understand!” The masked man continued to gather his strength and speak, “Scott and Liliana Jones are my descendants. I would never harm them.

At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne. Ken swallowed hard and looked away, but the night offered only more. Guests in every corner had their hands full. As Ken wandered through the party, he saw two men and one woman tangled tightly together, masks askew and clothes half-unbuttoned. The woman’s hands moved over one man’s lap as she unbelted his trousers, rolling her hips slowly while the second man kissed her from behind, hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Soft gasps and wet sounds mingled with the sea breeze. The air itself felt thick with sex, lust, and expensive perfume. Ken had already seen too much. He decided to search for Steve—this was Steve’s world.