Novel & Cerita Scream Brandon James Mask

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

I was drifting. What is happening? The last thing I remember is that the driver made me smell something from his handkerchief. The movement stopped, and the car is at peace. The door opened, and I saw a guy with a mask and a hoodie. My eyes couldn’t deny that I felt an undeniable attraction towards him, even though I could only see the upper part of his face and his hypnotizing green eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. I couldn’t open my mouth and just stared at him. His arm went to my waist, and not long after that, I was already in the air.

“No worries, brother. I won't harm her,” Brandon smirked, still looking at me with maliciousness in his eyes. He was not staring at my face, but at the slightly bare breasts now, thanks to the branches holding my layers of clothes and for the wind to sweep the final garment covering my chest.

Replaced with that impenetrable mask he wore like armor. “Alexis,” Brandon said, his voice too even, too calm. “This works in our favor, don't you see?” I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Our favor? That was my breakdown, Brandon. My pain. And now it’s on the internet for everyone to consume like some kind of...some kind of entertainment?” Brandon didn’t flinch. “It strengthens our story. People believe in us now more than ever. They see the connection...”

Quinn thought he was creeped out by him already, but when he got closer, he found more things to shiver at. The masks had etchings of faces in pain and screaming on them, all around. No matter where you looked, they were there. “Threatening me? You’ve got some nerve.” Tony stood up, facing down the monstrosity. There was a brief silence, before that short sharp laugh emanated from the masks , reverberating across the room.

Damon slowly peeled off his mask to reveal a deep frown underneath. Damon's eyebrows were drawn together. His forehead became canvas for frown lines and his lips curled up in a sneer making him look just as scary as the mask he removed I gasped at the sight of his eyes. They were blazing with fury so intense I knew I needed to put a stop to him.

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.

the boss shivered, pretending to be afraid. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Liam yelled, desperate to know the masked man's identity. "Calm down, Liam Scott. Why don't I reveal my face to you? After all, you're going to die soon," he said and removed his mask, revealing his face. Liam's eyes widened; the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. "Who are you?" Liam weakly asked, unable to recall him. "How about I refresh your memory," the boss chuckled, putting on big dorky glasses.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

I whimpered between groans, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. James turned pale instantly. He looked between my legs and took two steps back, as if he had seen something grotesque. “Shit…” James whispered, turning his face away with a look of pure disgust. “That’s disgusting… there’s blood running down her legs.” Disgust. That was it. What I felt most coming from him. Disgust masked as obsession. “I told you not to go too far!” the masked man exploded, grabbing James by the collar with brutal force. He yanked him hard and slammed him against the door with a harsh thud.