Novel & Cerita The Cast Of The Mask

Zoey's tone was cold and detached. "Yes, miss," Arnold nodded and left, his back drenched in cold sweat. As Arnold departed, a man wearing a silver mask emerged from the shadows of the studio. Tall and slender, his eyes were striking, but his face remained hidden behind the mask. "Do you think Arnold was truthful?"

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

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

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

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

The makeup artists were satisfied, but they were clearly even more interested in doing makeup for the handsome masked guy beside me. Since he was going to act, he’d have to take off the mask, right? Just like the netizens, they were extremely curious about the face beneath it! “Mr. Wane, shall we do your makeup?” Kane handed them his character card. They were instantly shocked—never in their wildest dreams had they imagined Wane would be playing this kind of role! No wonder his outfit looked so different from everyone else’s. “The mask stays on,” Kane said coldly, freezing the makeup artist’s outstretched hand.

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.

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." ***