The Cast Of The Mask Novels & Stories

The sting of the alcohol in the air made me scrunch my brows, but I ignored it in lieu of facing the masked person donning a lab coat. Mask, or the Doctor as others preferred calling them, was the scientist and doctor responsible for engineering our forms. Their faces remained a mystery and they were the only ones aside from the Leaders allowed to wear a mask. They also played 'doctor' for short bursts in time, aiding in healing those that returned. It was very rare, considering that the majority of us never did. “I see you're back alive.” Their disembodied voice filtered through the mask. I sneered at the irritation. “Not exactly in good shape though.” The amusement in their time made me wa

Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance. "Hmph, You better do, or else I will never talk to you again," Midnight said to her. "Whatever you say, Night," Dr. Zithea said, obviously bored. That's right. These two are cousins. Dr. Zithea Hidalgo is one of the youngest doctors who graduated from Harvard University. She possesses many skills and talents, just like her cousin Midnight, but I think everyone who knows their family knows Midnight is a particular case.

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"I watched my sister beg Nicholas like a coward and all he did was just treat her like she was some stray dog." My voice cracked with emotion. "It is all my fault, Marcus. I brought him into our lives and now my little sister is having to pay for my mistakes." "Don't cry, my dear. It is not your fault. No one could have guessed he was a monster. No one did. He wore his mask really well and played his role even better, fooling every one of us. So don't be hard on yourself." Marcus consoled me.

The glass cup slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground, the shards flying about in different directions. My heart raced and I palmed my lips in horror. "Oh my. I'm so sorry," I gasped, lifting my face to peer at his face and blood drained from my body. He wore a dark plastic mask that only revealed his dark orbs but kept the rest of his face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit and a pair of black boots that did nothing to hide how huge and intimidating he was. Dressing formally wasn't for a man like him.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

Watching himself like a man inspecting a fracture. He whispered something. Barely audible. I turned the volume up. “…she’s choosing… but not the way I want…” Another voice overlapped his—softer, calmer. Caden’s voice. But it was coming from the same mouth. My stomach dropped. The camera tilted as though placed on a table. Darius ripped the mask off—not violently, but with shaking hands. Under it… the same jawline same lips same profile. A single man. Two lives.