Tanjiro Fox Mask Novels & Stories

All safe. Steve had promised nothing. Now, alone, the mask had slipped. After his bath, he pulled on a white robe only to take it off again. He sat in a chair, hands raking through his hair repeatedly as his mind spun without landing on any real plan. He picked up his phone and stared at a photo of Ken—one he had taken earlier that day. Ken was in a worn gray hoodie, laughing at something off-camera, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. The image brought a small smile to Steve’s face after a brutal day.

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

Haruto's attention drifted toward the clothing bench where Kaito had thrown a few accessories and his gaze zeroed on a white mask. He walked over and picked it up. “Is this for something?” He was glad he sighted the mask. He had been wondering how he'd bring up the topic of the party without Aito getting suspicious. He didn't want Aito knowing he had planted a bug on him. Aito nodded. “My brothers are hosting a masquerade party. They’re celebrating a huge contract they signed, so Kaito brought me here to find something to wear.” Haruto turned the mask over in his hand, already imagining how angelic Aito would look in it. “When?”

one of the three teenage boys peeked. Haku looked a bit nervous. “Well, they’re here now, though.” “Really?” the housewives looked at the two guys, focusing on Jai who had his lower face covered by his scarf. Jai was never covering his face fully like a mask. He wore the scarf like a high collar, just like the edgy anime ninja boy in a movie he ever watched. But Miria’s scarf was quite long that he could pile them against each other to cover the front side of his face. He just needed to lower that pile a bit and people would be able to see that handsome face of his.

It reminded me of the reason I needed to remain hidden, the reason I killed my foster parents in the first place. I rushed to my room, slid into my vengeance suit, and a shiny shoe as normal, my mask was officially on. I was ready to play a good citizen again. I arranged my black tie, making sure it fits perfectly. What's a better way to celebrate a burial other than setting a crime later. I'm coming for you, Rebecca, I'm coming for you. Soon his house greeted me welcome, and here the difficult part of the plan came but I was beyond fear now, almost completely reckless. I had almost forgotten my fingers. I shouldn't be sloppy now, not when I'm closer to framing him, not now.

Mick picked up the mask and looked at it with a frown on his face. “It’s clean. Darren washed it, and then I sprayed and wiped it down again.” “I can smell the cleaner. I’m just curious.... You wear this every time?” “Every time,” I affirmed. “Why?” “To bring out a part of me that wasn’t there before.” “A masquerade girl?”

I rushed to Gio and tried holding him by the hand. Gio took another direction and grabbed the mask from where it was laying. He knelt on the floor, trying to hold back his tears. He shaped the mask on the floor and I tightened my eyes. "I know what this mask means. I know everything," he revealed. His held-back tears started flowing freely down his cheeks and I became cold like ice. "I don't give a damn about your tears," I responded to him with a cold tone. He tightened his face and stared at me with his already red eyes.

Emberlyn: The box sat on the seat between us. Jaxon opened it without any ceremonious movement. I looked down at what was inside and forgot whatever I'd been about to say because I was staring at the most gorgeous piece of attire for hiding one's identity. The mask was black velvet, shaped close, with lace framing the eye cutouts in a pattern that was so intricate it took a few moments to recognize that it was floral. It was geometric at the edges and from there slowly dissolving into a design more organic toward the centre.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."