Richard Jeni The Mask Novels & Stories

“Fuck, you are perfect. Give me a second.” He disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a second sleek black mask, similar to his own. He handed it to me. I slipped it on, adjusting it until it felt secure. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my mouth and chin exposed. Richie put his own mask back on. The sight of him like that, combined with everything else, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. “Ready?” he asked, his voice already husky as he turned on the ring light and camera.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Dick gave a mirthless chuckle. “I am sure, my dear lady. In fact, I’d stake my career on it. Grossman doesn’t have the real mask—just a tiny fragment of the original Yellen handed to him. It’s made of some special material that bends physics over a barrel. Grossman’s engineers, and they are good at what they do, produced a super microchip from that old piece of garbage. So now the guy is equipped with processors that make the world’s best tech look like clockwork toys. His problem is, he doesn’t have enough of it. That’s why he’s still hunting for that real King’s Mask that, buy the way, did come from Tibet. Yellen reckoned it was made by some advanced civilisation we have no clue about. He’

I simply nodded, not happy or thrilled by it. The next evening, I got dressed in a red dress with a long slit. I put on silver jewelry tonight. I wanted to put in effort to look nice and take James' breath away. I sat across from James at the table, the candlelight flickering softly, the aroma of dinner filling the room. I smiled at him. He looked good tonight , we needed to act normal. Then my phone buzzed. A text from the masked man. He sent me his dick with cum on it . While I sat across from James I showed no expression I wondered why this man was hell bent on blowing my cover.

“Mine.” Riccardo lifts one styled like a sleek Venetian phantom. “Mine.” Vincenzo holds a dark, angular one that looks like something a sinfully handsome villain would wear. “And mine.” I almost laugh. “You’re really doing this?” “We’re not being recognized,” Riccardo reminds me. “And you?” Nico asks, stepping closer. “You’ll go without a mask.” “Yeah yeah, I know. Because you want everyone to see who I belong to,” I say, mimicking them.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

When Justin noticed that Richard hadn't arrived yet, he stood in front of the road and looked around for some minutes to see if he would arrive, but when there was no sign of him, he turned to go back into the school, but a van abruptly pulled over before him, and immediately a man whose face was covered with a mask came down from the van and grabbed him and pulled him into the van, and with that, the van zoomed off, leaving everyone astonished. At the same time, Richard, who saw the scene from afar, immediately followed after the van from behind, and at the same time, he tried copying the plate number of the van, which he couldn't see clearly due to his low vision, and in addition to that,