The Power Behind Her Mask Novels & Stories

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.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

The hardships of her past had forged an unyielding spirit within her, and she wore it as a badge of honor. When I reminisce on all that she had been through, I knew she deserved nothing but happiness

“She’s called ‘The Masked girl’ you have met her once, but she had a mask on, as the name entails, and they allow her shape shift.” “Shape-shift?” Laycon piped in, stealing the words right out of my mouth as he leaned in in interest, “How?” Black’s eyes darted between Laycon and I, a little frantic for some reason before he settles on me again, “It's the masks. She has these masks that gives her different faces, she can blend into any environment with different masks every time and you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference, but this is her real face.” With that, he pulled a phone out of his pocket and showed a picture that had my brows twitching in recognition just as my heart dropp

Nikolai growled whilst Cillian kept quiet. “Ansley will do it. The girl you’ve been walking with. She’s young but utterly ferocious. Naomi and Leona have been training her up. You’ve got ten minutes to make it happen then we set off. We need to beat that full moon.” With a quick mindlink the masked warrior approached. She removed her mask with a proud flourish, shaking her short, choppy black tresses out. A gorgeous, small face with pale porcelain features and high cheekbones. She was a lethal beauty. When I explained the idea her pale blue eyes lit up. “Let’s do it! Yes! As long as I have a weapon I’ll get myself back in one piece.”

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

she continued to thoughtfully whisper. "The palace has been masked, even us" she exclaimed angrily. "Clean!" she raved with gritted teeth. If not for Kieran's departure, they won't know what was happening outside. The palace has been masked. Such sorcery that even she and Erra has been victims. She had masked her power not to be revealed but it made them vulnerable. "I will not be insulted this way. Find the healers who are helping them. These are not just sorcerers!" she continues to seethe in anger.

She opened her door and got down then walked to the back seat and got in. Minutes later she came back wearing all black with a gun tucked behind her. She put her hair into a ponytail and put on a mask , then she stylishly walked into the club. . . "Of all the people why does it have to be her? They're many other girls out there and I won't allow you touch her!" "Watch your tongue and know who's the master here. She's just not a girl but she's special and hold a lost, we need her to pull Radon down and You are getting her for me!"

A gold mask encrusted with sapphire stones hides her face from view. Her dressing is an odd mix of weird and expensively fascinating. The wide skirts of her shimmering dress spread as far as the eyes can see, surrounding her like some kind of diamond garden. She looks powerful, sophisticated, fearless…and evil. Utterly, totally evil. Even with the mask on, the wicked scar which spreads across the entire left side of her face cannot be hidden. And she looks strangely familiar. Then my eyes move farther and I freeze when I sight the small figure seated beside her, her palms firmly clenched in her laps.

She wanted to fight me, but she was smart enough to know it wouldn’t change a thing. I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a mask, holding it out to her. It was black, lined with gold at the edges, a mask of elegance and mystery. “Put it on.” She hesitated, her lips pressed into a firm line. Then, with a frustrated sigh, she snatched it from my hand and slipped it over her face. She looked stunning. Even in anger, she radiated a presence that demanded attention. That fire in her eyes, the way she held her head high despite everything—she was no ordinary woman.