Romans & histoires Richard Jeni The Mask

You don't know who might be waiting for you," he orders softly. “I saw him tonight,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyes squint. “Who?” "The Man in the Mask." “What mask?” His stiffened body, "Black. He was just standing there—" Ezra's hand drops. "You're sure?" "Yes He's breathing through his teeth, with cloudy eyes. "Then you shouldn’t have come home alone." ′Ezra... He walks past me, headed for the door. "Stay inside," he tells me.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

he said, his voice low but sharp. Genny froze for half a second, then slowly turned to face them. She reached behind her head and untied the mask, letting it fall away. The silence in the room was literally so loud. “Genny…” Lucian whispered, his eyes widening in shock. Damian nearly dropped his glass. “Holy fuck…” Rafael let out a stunned laugh. “Richard’s little girl… dancing like a fucking goddess in front of us.” Genny stood tall before them, breathing faster, her body still flushed and glistening. She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she looked at each of them with a mix of nervousness and raw desire.

A strategic asset to secure my future. I was disgusting. Jason was never an asset. He was a person. A scared, brave, determined person who was fighting just to exist in a world that wanted to own him. And I tried to own him too. I manipulated him. Befriended him with ulterior motives. Took him to my father like he was a gift to be presented. The memory makes me sick. I think about the night I rescued him from the dungeon. How he looked at me when I removed my mask. The confusion and hope and fear in his eyes.

"I'll go with you." ********* In order to blend in with the crowd, Renee wore a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then finished her outfit with a pair of white sneakers. She decided not to wear any makeup, which made her look like a first-year student. After playing with the idea for a while, she also grabbed a black mask to cover the lower half of her face. This way, only her gorgeous eyes were exposed. For Marcelo, she chose a plain black T-shirt as well as jeans, and a baseball cap to block the upper half of his face.

He seemed to have all the money in the world to throw away and he came to the brothel to do it. "Do you want to get started or you'll rather stare at my masked face." "You know I don't mind and if that's what it will take to get you to take them off, I'll gladly do it." His rolled-up sleeved arms rested on the bed frame behind him as he tilted his head from side to side. Watching her every move, her every breath intake. Jenna pinched the bridge of her mask, not in the mood to deal with his childish games. "You know that gets me uncomfortable. Can we just get this over and done with? I don't want to be here right now. I'd rather cry at home."

Anne Jenner was laughed until her face turned red, a little reluctant to hit, she reluctantly said: "Don't laugh at me anymore." They laughed and laughed again, Anne Jenner angrily pulled up her mask, was about to turn the cards, but discovered that everyone stopped laughing, still staring behind her. She was surprised for a moment, the card in her hand was immediately pulled out by a hand with clear joints, she suddenly tilted her head slightly, then looked into a pair of peach blossom eyes as if smiling but not smiling. She wears a mask, only one pair of eyes is left, because her face is bare, without any eye contour, only a pair of clear, clean eyes that make people fall in.

Rook replied. "Seriously?" Hazzan faced him. "Yeah, we didn't travel ten countries in four months for joke" Rook smiled. "Rummaging completed. No hospital in the world conducted plastic surgery for Richard's face" the leader of the cyber geniuses announced. "And that leaves us with the last option" Master X said. "Silicone mask" another one said. "Paste the deal in all social medias. The bounty is 5 billion. Anyone who made him the mask will come out" Master X said, walking out of the room.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."