Sheep Mask Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"You and I don't have a relationship." Mason leaned towards me, his eyes burning into mine. "I know. I mean, about your relationship with the killer." My heart stopped. Mason stood up straight, giving me a big smile. I was speechless. Mason stepped to the side and forward, our bodies facing opposite directions, his shoulder almost brushing mine. "Wolves wear sheep's clothing, pretty girl. Be smart, or you'll end up being eaten." Whistling, he began to walk away, leaving me completely frozen.

The mask, which matches, has a pair of large peacock feathers that flow out to one side, lacing back in with my hair. Ella’s gown is covered in jaguar spots. Her mask has cat ears and whiskers. “Ready?” she asks me. I’m a little unsure. I’ve never been to anything like a masquerade before, yet with the promise of allowing my true scent to flourish, I can’t resist saying, “Yes.” At first, entering the ballroom filled with masked faces and grandiose outfits, I’m a bit nervous. However, after a few drinks, I feel myself start to loosen up enough that I ease up on suppressing my wolf.

It was clear that she cared deeply for Mac Allister's well-being, just as I did. Curiosity piqued within me as I observed the golden-coloured mask adorning Chiara's face. It exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. "What happened to your face? Why are you wearing a mask?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity. A faint smile graced Chiara's lips as she replied, "We just finished having a mask party before you guys arrived. It's a little tradition we have here." Her answer only added to the enigmatic atmosphere surrounding this mansion and its inhabitants.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

"No, Mama. That sheep is the future leader of the flock. He must not be afraid of anything. He must be bold and brave. That's why, he must wear a necklace. This is a symbol of his courage. Curly Sheep!" Shaking her head in amusement, Sky finally got up from the chair. She chased her lively little daughter. Knowing her mother was about to catch her, Summer quickly changed direction. "Mama, it's not me who should be chased, but that sheep! He should be the one wearing the bell, not me!" While laughing, the mother and child ran around. The tired little lamb finally had a chance to gather strength. However, seeing Summer approaching again, it was forced to continue running. Seeing the two humans

How crazy and jealous does Idris have to be to let his alpha spirit get worked up over a plain, scarred healer girl? The very first thing my paws do the second I step inside my villa is rip the heavy magic mask off my skin. Even though the potion makers built it to feel exactly like real wolf flesh, it is still a fake layer at the end of the day, and wearing it through the sun and rain makes my pores feel totally choked. I toss it into a bowl and slap a wet, cold cucumber skin mask over my face before slumping my tired bones onto the soft wool couch. Zuberi runs into the room carrying a cold cup of sweet berry juice, sitting his little body right down next to my knees while his big eyes watc

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

"Whose going to look after the sheep?" The day was clear and air had a peculiar sharpness to it which encouraged the use of a light cloak. The sharpness was made all the more poignant by the brisk wind whipping up from the sea. Calliope cursed again the deceptive sun which shone so brilliantly overhead, but seemed to give precious little warmth...at least not enough to counter the native chill of the morning's air. She wrapped her cloak tighter about her shoulders and scanned the field blow the rock-studded ridge. When she finally spotted what she was looking for, a grin spread quickly over her face.

Lucien whispered as a servant in a white jacket approached us with a tray of hot towels and two silver masks shaped like wolves. "They aren't just people but they are the Unseen and they are the ones who paid for the privilege of watching the culling from the best seats in the house, so just put on the mask and try to look like you belong here before someone realizes we still have the dirt of the sewers on our boots," I replied as I wiped the grime from my face and felt the silk of a borrowed wrap being draped over my shoulders by a silent attendant.

"Noted Grandma," "Let's go. Your Father is already there waiting for us," she passed me a black mask. It was so beautiful, as I caressed it, I wondered why they had to take so much time in creating such a small mask so beautifully. Around the mask was black fur and had tiny glitters all over. Looking back at the mirror, I wore the mask, it covered my eyes and nose but not my red lips. "Now, that's how to know the main character in the show. Without being announced, the world should know you are the reason for the occasion,"