The Cast Of The Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

It was focused to Rosh and Revi who have wide smiles plastered over their faces despite the mask covering their forehead down to their noses, waving the their hands. "Annyeong, Philippines!" Rosh greeted. But confusion roared, wondering who they are. He went to the edge of the stage, drawing near to the confused audience. He let out a soft chuckle. "We're so sorry to interrupt. VTX is resting for a bit, and everyone, we are The Masked!" An obvious frown was shown on his face when he received only a few response despite his lively voice. Revi, on the other hand remained in the middle of the stage. "Are you ready for another performance?!" he asked, shouting. It brought the crowd's energy back

"Buddy, whatever happens, don't take this mask off, okay?" As she secured the mask on Mason's face, Damon and Luca walked up to them.

Olivia: Of you? Olivia: Why would I be? Masked Number: Mia Castro.

ALLISON. Celestine stood at the head of the table. She was wearing her usual long white dress flowing like mist, her straight black hair cascading over her shoulders. I’d almost compliment her ethereal beauty if it weren’t for the fact that I hated every fiber of her being. I scanned the table and saw that she was talking to four other people, all dressed in formal black attire. But what caught my attention were their masks. Two men and two women. Two of them, one man and woman, wore golden masks, while the other two wore silver. The pair who were wearing the gold masks looked a bit older based on their physique. Among the five people around the conference table, only Celestine’s face was ba

His face kept phlegmatic despite what he saw. "Can I use your phone again, Mask? I'm going to check if the series I've been watching has a new season." I muttered as I cast a sidelong glance at him, and I heard him laugh under the mask. "Yeah sure," he said as he gave me his phone. "Thank you," I muttered, but as soon as I saw a familiar number on his contacts, my brows furrowed. "Um, how did you know my number...?" Mask fell silent, he sighs as he faced me. "The higher-ups like Boss Zacharias have contacts to all of us in here."

Everyone would stop doubting him after seeing it. Darryl hummed in acknowledgment and nodded before taking out the mask. Everyone present had their gazes fixed on the mask in an instant, their faces filled with disbelief. The golden mask of Elysium Gate’s Sect Master?

I trail off, turning to where the rest of the masked group were dancing earlier. The pirate with the black mask has light tan skin, and I can see messy black hair sticking out under his hat. Ben sighting confirmed. The guy in the angel costume, with his sun-kissed tan, deep blue eyes and dark blonde hair, is obviously Alastaire. How could I have missed that? So obvious.

The women’s earrings, rings, and necklace and bracelet all together shone brightly as the reflection of the lights met with their gold jewelleries. Anyone who took a glimpse inside the room would Immediately know that this was a gathering of the most influential rich and powerful people. And of course, this being a mask party, each one of them wore a face mask covering some part of their faces and few wore masks that covered every corner of their faces, either female or male, Adding more mystery to the already mysterious people inside the room. Walking inside with her hand on Mr. Evidence, there was the scene that Rose was presented with and her eyes were as wide as saucers and her jaw dropp