Novel & Cerita The Haunted Mask Ii

Together, we ascended the stone steps, our footsteps echoing ominously in the still night. Inside, the villa was even more extravagant than I’d imagined. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, illuminating polished marble floors and walls adorned with intricate murals framed in gold. The air was heavy with the mingling scents of perfume, power, and secrecy. Masked guests glided across the room, their laughter low and enigmatic. Matteo handed me a mask—a red one adorned with tiny gemstones. I tied it in place, fumbling slightly, while he adjusted his own sleek black mask with practiced ease.

After dying, I returned to the day when Kate insisted on comforting the suicidal patient. … "Oh, my god! I'm so scared!" Kate screamed as the patient, who had calmed down for a while, suddenly roared in anger, waving his arms around. She panicked and ran away from the patient, hiding behind Brandon, sobbing, "I… I just mentioned his mother…" The patient heard her. Upon hearing the word "mother", he quieted, as if he had lost all will to live. He rushed toward the edge of the rooftop. I snapped back to my senses suddenly. Instinctively, I lunged forward. Just as the patient's feet were about to clear the edge, I managed to grab onto his ankle with one hand. Most of my body was hanging off the

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

I scream as he makes the mistake of looking straight into my eyes. Ensnared by my power, he jerks back instantly and lets go, but it doesn’t matter. Four other men still have me pinned. My dumb ass should’ve commanded the men holding me to kill each other, but I wasn’t thinking. “Hold her head but don’t look into her eyes, you idiot,” Oliver mutters. He leans on a wooden beam and watches. The man shakes his head quickly and holds my head again, his eyes averting mine. Zao walks from the far end of the room and ceremoniously lifts an iron half‑mask. The kind used at masquerades. It’s silver, beautifully detailed and embroidered, but thick—at least half an inch of metal, and even thicker aroun

The particular hush of someone realizing they were in the presence of something that didn't follow the rules they'd memorized. "It's a mirror." I held it up. Violet lines caught witchlight, shifting, alive. The mask was becoming something else. Something that didn't hide. Something that revealed. "He wants to see the monster?" My lips shaped something not quite smile, not quite snarl. "I'm going to make sure he can't look at anything else. I'm going to make sure that when he lifts that mask to his face - his precious trap, his bought-and-paid-for containment - he sees what he's been chasing. What he's been trying to burn out. What he's too small to comprehend, let alone control."

"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?"

Before I can scream or push him closer , the sound of a luxury sedan turning onto the main street breaks the silence. He stiffens, his muscles turning to stone. In one fluid, terrifyingly fast motion, he shoves his hood back over his face, disappearing instantly back into the faceless shadow of Draven. He steps back, leaving me freezing against the cold brick. "Go back to your hotel," the mask growls. "Before I change my mind about letting you leave tonight." He vanishes into the mist like a phantom, leaving me shaking, my lip throbbing where his thumb had pressed, and my heart hammering a terrified, electric rhythm against my ribs.

I wasn't about to abandon it now. The stranger tilted his head slightly, a subtle, dangerous shift that made my breath hitch. He was studying me, cataloging my reactions, and I could tell he saw right through the performance. He reached down, his long, leather-gloved fingers smoothly catching the edge of my chin. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unyielding, forcing my head back so I had no choice but to look directly into the shadows of his mask. The leather was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat flooding my cheeks.

I could be so jumpy at night sometimes. But then, movement caught my eye again. I knew that I didn’t imagine it this time, and I whirled around with wide eyes to see what — or rather, who — it was. I felt my stomach drop. Through the big window, my eyes widened in horror as I saw a chilling face staring back at me. Not just one face, actually, but two. It was two people wearing hideous, grotesque masks. They stood still like statues, with only their eyes blinking slowly through the masks.

A shard of glass lodged itself to my wrist that I used to cover my face, and a few more scratched my face as well as my exposed forearm and shoulder. There was smoke, and I was dizzy as I tried to open my eyes. I heard an eerie laugh when everyone was at a standstill. Nobody moved, and I looked at Izzy who was also covering her head with her hands and her bag. Her eyes were closed shut and she was shaking a bit. I looked up and saw a shadow beside our driver. I screamed in fear of both the shadow and the crash. By that time, my scream enabled everyone to snap out of the shock and move.