The Mask Novel Novels & Stories

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

The phone lay facedown on the coffee table again. A tiny black square. I stretched across the couch, fingers grazing the cool surface. Not to check, just to prove I didn’t care. My thumb hesitated anyway. A flick, a swipe. No new messages. Only a faint reflection of my own eyes, rimmed in the soft blue of the lock screen. “Good,” I said aloud, though the word fell flat. I needed air. I slipped into jeans and a thin sweater, tugged my hair into a loose knot, and grabbed my sketchbook. Outside, the corridor smelled faintly of someone else’s dinner, garlic, and fried onions.

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?

However, unlike those worn by other supernatural creatures, these masks were covered in writing and symbols instead of blood. They also had no obvious features whatsoever. Lea turned a few of them over, then looked at me in question. The words written across the bottom of each mask were in English. I tried reading them as best as I could with my limited English knowledge, but I was only able to make out a few words. They're from Norse mythology and history books, I translated for her. Lea's eyes widened. "These are the ones that they've been looking for," she whispered. "They found them in one of those old bookcases when they searched through the apartment building and the basement, just bef

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.

He gazes into my eyes as he caresses my cheek. He isn’t saying anything, and it’s only our breaths I can hear. I run my finger over his mask and wonder what he’s like without it. Then I realize we aren’t so different. He covers his face with a mask so people won’t see the real him, and I’ve been wearing an invisible one myself since I decided to close off my heart. But slowly, my mask is vanishing because, for the first time, I feel something in my heart that is special again.

“Your Grace, you could put me down. The woman and the man ... ” “Tell me that fucking rule, and I would not show any mercy to you.” I knew it. I remained silent. Soon, my annoyance disappeared with amazement. Even though I only saw half of his face, I fell on his spell. Why did he put on a mask? The novel depicted this man who had heavenly beauty, enough to launch and halt wars. “Have you become my fan?” My teeth gritted. He was right. I am a fan of his looks, but not his cockiness.

We are actually related, and he was staying with us during the time my dad had an accident, he introduced me to his business during his stay and I gladly did it cause it was fun,I killed almost all the girls I met there but spared one which I later killed,we were in an operation and her face had been exposed by our opponent, she stepped in when I made to kill the guy who saw her face but she stepped in saying that the guy is her brother in-law, her boyfriend's younger brother,so I had to kill the both of them. I can't even remember the girls name,but what could the masked multi billionaire want from me? TBC What does Tyler want from Rainbow??

He looked up, his gaze sharp and penetrating, and quickly stood up, saying, "I can explain." I couldn't hear what Mr. Eugen was saying anymore. All I could see in my eyes was the silver mask he was holding in his hand. This mask was incredibly familiar to me. It was the same mask that MK used to wear countless nights before. And now, Mr. Eugen was holding it. The implications were clear. Mr. Eugen was MK. My hand loosened, and the bowl of soup I was holding fell to the ground, shattering the silence of the night.