Superman With A Mask Novels & Stories

Maybe he thought she was crazy because she was talking to someone and she was still wearing a mask. "Ma'am, are you all right?" He asked her when he noticed her. "Ah, yes. I'm fine. I'm sorry because I'm from the party so I haven't removed my mask yet," she replied. "Ah, is that so? Your mask is beautiful. It fits you." "I'll wash it later Manong," she said. "Oh, don't worry, ma'am, it's beautiful," he praised her. "Wow? Thank you!" "Where are you going, ma'am?"

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The man by the door was masked just like the others and he had on black leather jacket, zipped up and without sleeves. "He thinks he's some sort of Superman." The armed man next to them laughed. He was darked skinned with leather gloves worn. He didn't have any tattoos and he also had a black mask worn to his head, concealing his face. His gun was with him like he wanted to shoot one of them because the gun was pointed at them. "Mr Hendricks, you see, we're not here to cause any scene. All we need is for you is to gather all the cash and everything valuable for us and we can leave here peacefully." The masked man by the window told them.

I asked, and he turned to glance briefly at me. “That won’t be a problem. We can just become like him,” he muttered, and I frowned, not sure what he meant. The door snapped open, and Lian walked in, carrying a heavy carton pressed against his chest. Everyone turned as he entered and dropped the box on the floor with a dull thud. He opened it and it was filled with numerous silicone masks. What the fuck! “Are we going to wear a silicone mask too?” someone asked, and I didn’t even bother to look up. I bent down and reached for one of the masks. It looked just like real human skin—so freakishly realistic it made my stomach twist.

With masks in hand, I knelt down to their level, ensuring I had their undivided attention. "Hey, guys," I began, my voice tinged with excitement. "Do you want to play a game? We're going to be secret superheroes today. I have these masks for each of you, and all you have to do is wear them and promise me you won't take them off no matter what. Can you do that?" Wide-eyed with anticipation, the triplets eagerly nodded their heads, their energy contagious. They quickly adorned their masks, giggling at their newfound secret identities. My heart swelled with a mixture of pride and love for my little superheroes.

HYun-woo asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place. "I've just arrived, boss," the man responded, presenting him with the requested item. Upon inspection, he felt content as the mask appeared remarkably authentic, ensuring that his true identity would remain undetectable. After completing the payment, he quickly departed and returned to his condo to try on the newly acquired hyperreal mask.

Many were praying for the journalists and reporters as well as their well-being was most important to keep them up to date. It was at that moment. “... Prime Minister Samuel!” One of the cameras shifted at Samuel's bare face but it captured perfectly at the moment when he wore his mask once again. “Cool mask.” They commented. Samuel was wearing the lower mask - starting from the bridge of his nose until his chin. It was a grinning smile that matched Samuel's working attire. Due to his special power, he did not have to wear combat clothes as he could protect himself. A combat attire would hinder his movement.

He says to himself. "I think we are all set Clara" he says to her. "And now for the last and most important thing, the masks, here is a massive selection of face masks, we should not take anymore time here since we are almost running out of time guys" she says as she leads them to the masks area, filled with all types of masks, the guy in the blue suit also gets in the room and starts looking at the masks and in no time, he picks a black masks, it was shaped like a cat face.

Group Leader Pang frowned and continued to ask with a sullen face, "According to what you said, the so-called masked man is very powerful?" "Yes!" Xiao Liu nodded heavily. "His strength is well-matched with the mask he wears. He is really as powerful as Sun Wukong. The three of us have no strength to resist against him alone, and we can only be seckilled! It's the first time that I have met such a powerful opponent in my life. There is no doubt about this!"