Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth Novels & Stories

I knew then that she would no longer try to tell Zane that I was gone. But just at that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Zane walked out in a bathrobe. His hair was still damp, and he wore a slightly confused expression. "What's going on? Why is it so noisy out here?" he questioned. Seeing him, Moira's expression immediately changed to a sweet, gentle smile. She answered, "It's nothing, Zane. I was just telling Mrs. Charleston not to trick you with Mrs. Wade's lies and annoy you for no reason."

He had been strictly trained since childhood, and even sneaking out to see me was a huge risk. His father had warned him, "Emotions are a weakness for a pack's Alpha." So, he had no choice but to wear a mask and be a nameless shadow. I had mistakenly thought Jackson was the boy, all because he wore a similar mask as an adult. Later, once Waylon had grown strong, he had wanted to tell me the truth. But by then, I had already risked everything—even sacrificed my wolf—to save Jackson. During that year I lay in a coma, it was Waylon who stayed by my bedside every night.

Zebulunia’s POV “Ladies and gentlemen, the to-be-bride and to-be-groom may now come forward for their dance.” I stood rooted in place, my gloved fingers clenching the soft folds of my dress. My breath snagged behind the silver lace mask I wore, the same mask I'd worn since I was fifteen. Not for mystery or fashion-but for safety. Safety from the world that had once punished me for beauty I never asked for. But tonight, the mask didn't do much even though I was meeting them for the first time.

I couldn’t tell if I liked it or hated it. But I knew he loved it. Those empty eyes flickered with something hot. “Fine,” he said softly, “but on one condition.” My pulse quickened. “I’m covering your eyes.” “Why?” Zane leaned forward and tipped my chin, eyes locking with mine. “Because you never look at me like you look at him,” he said, “why do I have to see that?” Zane removed his shirt. I hadn’t expected my body to react. But it did.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

I woke up from the knock coming from the door I suddenly stood up from the bed “ Shoot” I whispered when I realized that I am not wearing anything “ Yes, Bro” I shouted “ Babe, wake up” I shook Gun's body, This adorable man, looks cuter when he’s sleeping He slowly opened his eyes and stared at me “ Hey” He shouted and covered his face using his hands “ Get dress” He irritatedly shouted “ WOW? Acting innocent? You already saw everything last night” I teased him while putting my shirt

The man dodged and took a step back. “Whoa buddy, easy!” The man exclaims. Zane snaps back to reality, realizing where he is and lowers his fists. He steadies his breathing and apologized: “I’m sorry, I’m still in my survival mode. I just got here, my name is Zane.” The man, who Zane now looked at clearly was about 5 '9, a bit taller than him, had shaved blonde sandy hair, a muscular build, and large hands. He had camouflage pants and a camouflage shirt on with sunglasses so he couldn’t see his eyes and he seemed to relax a bit.

Zane said. I'd taken off my mask in the car, so that no one would see “Dr. Angel” enter the manor. “I, yes, that's me,” I muttered, trying to bow without tugging too hard on my arm. If I tried to fight his grip, he'd just hold on tighter. Zane wasn't an alpha, but he had a lot of the same domineering character traits. He was used to being obeyed. “I think we need to talk, you and me,” Zane said. “Would you be willing to take a walk in the garden with me?”

JUST BEWARE! “Do you not pity your husband? People might see me here? Aren’t you scared baby?” he said but there was no sound in the room. After 5 minutes, Zane went out but was now wearing thick layers of clothes, ready for the cold weather of Japan. Although he was pleased to see her beautiful face, he was unsatisfied. “Finish what you started,” he demanded like a child, his brows furrowed while Zane crossed her arms and shook her head.