Richard Jeni The Mask Novels & Stories

After that, the five of them unhappily moved to the rest area. Alvin, Jason, and Cassandra sat together as they sipped their wine. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with Rosalie on the other end. Cassandra was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right Mr. Janssen. Your family business has to do with cosmetics right?" "Have you heard of this viral face mask? The Artic Snow Mask?" she asked. "I heard that it's incredibly effective and a lot of my friends have recommended it to me!"

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

"Although you haven't changed a lot and are still as sarcastic as before, I'll nevertheless help you but I don't know when I'll come back to the country. I'm not ready to visit that old man yet…" "You don't need to be present. I only want to make use of your face and I have it here already," Richard confessed. "What do you mean by you have my face there already? How's it even possibl… hyper-realistic face mask? You actually...how could you reduce my handsome face to something you could mimick, play with and discard at will!" "I could only come up with your face when I thought about the face to use. Since it's easier to recreate plain faces, I opted for yours," Richard said offhandedly.

she says as she leads them to the masks area, filled with all types of masks, the guy in the blue suit also gets in the room and starts looking at the masks and in no time, he picks a black masks, it was shaped like a cat face. "Weird guy!" Tyler says as he gets back to the masks, he picks and tries almost every single one of them. "I think i like this" he says as he tries an ugly looking mask. "That looks so scary, I'll take this clara" Jennifer picks a red masks to match her dress, it covered her entire head and this would even be of more advantage to her since no one will be able to recognize her at all. They head to the counter and Clara pays for everything, they all walk out and stand o

I don't know how he knows that I am not supposed to get out of the house. But he knows it. Though he has been a meanie and didn't pick my calls up, he inquired about my health with the doctor. And I know he means everything he is saying right now. Though he pretends to be mad at me, I know he can't stay like that for a long time. He has a mask but not a complete opaque one. Or maybe I'm good at reading his emotions that I understood what he really feels for me. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.

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.”

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

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.

“You can make it right. Testify when this goes to court.” He managed a nod, wiped his eyes, and left under escort from Bruce's security. That evening, Amy returned to her suite to find Bruce at the table, laptop open, the flash drive already plugged in. The screen showed grainy footage : Liam pacing in a dim garage, arguing with a tall figure in a trench coat. Bruce hit pause. “Recognize him?” The stranger faced the camera just long enough. Amy leaned closer. “That’s Victor Renn. He runs Talon Capital.”

“No wonder people love coming here. I want to do this every year.” I smiled and handed him the black mask I’d picked out earlier. It only covered the top half of his face, up to the nose. “Here. Wear this.” We stopped in front of a small stall decorated with silver tinsel and glowing lanterns. Jazper Ray took the mask from my hand without question. He didn’t ask why. He just trusted me. “Like this, Mrs. Gibson?” he asked, slipping it on. I gave him a look. “You look perfectly gorgeous, Jazper Ray. Even with half your face hidden.”