Richard Jeni The Mask Novels & Stories

He looked up, his gaze sharp and penetrating, and quickly stood up, saying, "I can explain." I couldn't hear what Mr. Eugen was saying anymore. All I could see in my eyes was the silver mask he was holding in his hand. This mask was incredibly familiar to me. It was the same mask that MK used to wear countless nights before. And now, Mr. Eugen was holding it. The implications were clear. Mr. Eugen was MK. My hand loosened, and the bowl of soup I was holding fell to the ground, shattering the silence of the night.

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab

Jaxen answered. "Find out where she's at." He turned away from him and picked up his black-silver Venetian half mask and put it on. His upper face was completely hidden, save for his eyes. While opting for a full-face mask would have better concealed his identity, the half mask was not a bad choice either. If someone didn't know him, he wouldn't be recognized at all. There was no deeper reason for his choice of anonymity. Or rather, for his decision to maintain a low-key profile.

I look mature in this kind of dress and make-up. "So?" Jenny grinned. "Not bad." "Yah! They both said, and I winced when they slapped my shoulder. "You look stunning, hot, and sexy right now," Sarah said and glared at me. "Okay, you two did great. Satisfied?" Sarah smirked. "I'm sure Mr. Kwon will drool on you," Sarah said, and they high-fived gigglings while I blushed. "Oh, this is for you." Jenny gives me a glittering black mask that matches my dress. I take it and try it on, covering half of my face and only showing my bloody lips.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

" 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."

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

“You can’t see it much right now, but our royal princess has the most flawless and creamiest skin on the planet. Lucky bitch.” I laugh at her compliment and suddenly feel his fingers grazing my leg. “Oh, no. I can see.” As I redirect my eyes at him, my breath hitches in my throat. His eyes are just… Clearing it, I try to divert the tension that is building up and am glad, my mask hides most of my blush. “I was just blessed with good genes, but I paid for it with my nose.” I hold my hand in front of my mask, and everyone snickers.

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she realized that this mask was different from the one Damien had sent. “It’s a cat-mask,” Marcus explained while Vivienne felt where the mask covered the entire upper portion of her face, from her forehead to the apples of her cheeks. “I would have preferred a full-face, but that might have drawn more attention.” “What about you?” She wondered, and then scoffed when the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain black domino mask. The sort of basic affair you could get from any fancy dress shop. “Oh, come on–”