Romans & histoires The Cast Of The Mask

But Elena's attention immediately went to his face. Max was wearing a brilliantly carved white mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his lower jaw exposed. It looked like it was made of porcelain and painted with gold and silver. Each delicate line traced back up to the top of the mask, where gold and silver wires formed an abstract crown. The mask looked heavy but it stayed perfectly in place. The single thick black ribbon must've been very strong. "You look beautiful," Max said softly, extending a gloved hand in Elena's direction. "Though you always do. But today you look like a princess."

The gold mask of the two covering their eyes until the nose emphasized their very fox like eyes and pointed nose, even with a cover, the Corden admits how handsome the young master is, but falling their glances to the woman beside him, they can already heave a sigh of disappointment. The media personnels was in awe by the two's visual despite wearing mask, they even cursed inside who decided to make the party a masquerade, that way stops them from knowing many hidden big shots. Marcus already realized how helpful it is to him to have this mask, his father must have requested it! As his accompany, Abby Hill went near him and decided to put her arm locked on his, together they ramped their fas

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

No matter how hard he is to understand, his eyes give away the things he is trying to mask. "I'll pick you up at 6." He said getting up. "Be ready" "Sean.." I stopped him. "Yea?" "What do I wear?" "Something that suits my tux." He said, heading to the door. "Where are we going?" He flashed a grin. "That's for me to know and you to find out." ***

Unmoving. A mask glints faintly. My pulse spikes. “Ezra—!” I shout, stumbling backward. Footsteps thunder down the stairs. Ezra appears instantly, gaze snapping to me—then to the darkness behind me. His expression changes. Not fear. Not anger. Recognition. The masked figure steps forward. Moonlight catches the edge of his mask, revealing only the glossy black surface and the suggestion of hollow eyes beneath. He lifts one hand slightly. A gesture of peace.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"