Scream Brandon James Mask Novels & Stories

Richard buried his face in the crook of Joshua’s neck, inhaling so sharply it sounded like a growl. "Richard, get off me!" Joshua shoved at the man’s chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain. "Shut up," Richard rasped. He was shaking. His nose dragged along the sensitive skin behind Joshua’s ear, sniffing aggressively, desperately. "That scent... that chemical smell you wear. It’s a mask. Why?" "It’s a suppressant patch, you idiot. I’m a doctor."

“She’s not deformed – she’s actually quite pretty. She definitely looks like me and Alexander, but then again none of us look like Adrian.” He wasn’t wrong. Alexander, Knox, and I all looked like siblings, taking after King Charles, and Adrian looked like their mother. “So, I ask again – what’s with the mask?” “I’m not comfortable yet,” I tried to explain satisfactorily. “I don’t want my old pack to recognize me yet, and I’m just… not ready yet. It’ll come off someday.” “Oh, come on!” Jasmine begged. “Just take it off for a minute so we can see all your face! It’s not going to hurt anything – we’ll all keep your secret, won’t we guys?”

says Liam and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “He’s known I’ve been coming here to help Mr. Leon. I’m fine.” ‘There were rogues here just a few seconds ago Kat. They had masked their scent,’ Brandon mind links me. “My dear you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I’m sorry Leon I have to go. My father wants me home.” “It’s quite alright dear. I can finish painting. Thank you for all your help.” I follow Brandon and Liam to the car outside and wait until we are all in the car.

But then it was taking the back way from him that began to cloud her mind again. "Don't you think that the loaner will be angry that I am wearing her clothes?" James immediately shook his head. "Well she won't be, she won't even notice it. She has so many clothes and loves shopping so much that she wouldn't be able to tell…besides she's even wearing a mask as you will be so there is no way she will recognise you." He even added some jewelry. One one that's the most was a diamond necklace, then there was some make up for this in the bag and he put a little powder on her face and in her mascara she didn't need much makeup for her beauty to stand out.

Tossing a black object to me. “Put that on.” I picked it up. It was a Mask, shaped to cover the upper face. “What’s this for?” I could stop myself from asking. He grumbled, as if he wouldn’t answer, but at long last talked. “Training protocol. You wear the mask until I tell you to remove it.” I blinked, questions swarmed through my head, but James looked like he would explode from irritation. I swallowed my questions, while putting the mask on. It fitted perfectly, slightly obscuring my vision, but that was it.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

James turned to face Thea. She could not take her eyes off him. However, in the instant James turned, she was dismayed. She could not see his face as he was wearing a mask. It was not the same ghost mask from before. Instead, it was a silver mask. It covered his face, and only his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin were revealed. James turned and glanced at Thea. He saw the nervousness in her and gave her a slight smile. “Make yourself at home. Have a seat.”

"She'll be there, won't she?" "Probably. Her father's on the host committee." Brandon's expression darkens. "Which is another complication. She sees you, she'll make a scene. Alert Adrian. Ruin everything." "Then I need to be unrecognizable." Brandon pulls out a bag. "Way ahead of you." The wig is blonde. Short, stylish, nothing like my natural dark hair. Contact lenses turn my brown eyes blue. Makeup that transforms my face structure, makes my cheekbones sharper, my nose different.

“Stay quiet? What? Why?” A cold shiver rolled over my body when I felt someone moving in the backseat. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand covered my mouth, pinning my hands on the seat. Panic and fear kicked in, but I could smell his pine and musky cologne. James. It’s just James. “I told you to be quiet, little Red.” My eyes widened when I saw the Ghostface mask on him, his voice rumbling through my veins. “Guess I’ll have to shut you up.”