Xxxtentacion Mask Novels & Stories

"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?"

fuck, six? “Come here. I'll tip you. A man spoke, wearing a golden antelope mask; a fit, blonde-haired man had a slight setting of a normal mask on. In his palms was a tray of fruits he crawled towards the man who had spoken. The hooded, masked man ripped off the band on his stack of cash, tucked lots of hundred-dollar bills into the servers mask, and I watched in fucking disbelief as the man turned his plugged ass towards him

Alec There were two kinds of masks: the kind you wore to protect yourself—and the kind you wore so long, they started wearing you. Alec knew which one he was dealing with now. The boardroom of Lexden Holdings gleamed like a mirror—reflecting power, ambition, and bloodless smiles. Zara stood beside him, wearing her signature leather jacket over a sleek black dress she’d whipped together in a day. Her hair was pulled back, curls untamed, and she radiated defiance like it was a second skin.

"Very well then, I will be waiting for you.'' With those words, I ended the call. I kept back the phone and thought to myself. If I really wanted Victoria to love me as Eric, then I would have to know a few things about her. Restlessly, I strolled to my closet, picked up a simple pair of black jeans, a jacket, and a long white sleeve. I opened my drawer and took out a black mask, I took the mask in my hands and stared at it. I knew how badly she wanted to see my face and know my identity, but I just can't show my face to her, at least not for now.

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." ***

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

This mask isn’t just fashionable, it was designed by Black Eagle and must be handled delicately. Unlike any of the other masks mine has been outfitted with a transmitter, as well as a small computer system designed to send information through nearly invisible lenses. It's so specialized that I know Katelyn Rose had to have crafted it, even though it was “Ms Smith” who handed it to me.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

We were in a dark, quiet street behind the shops. “There,” Jaxon whispered, pointing to a narrow alley. “The green door.” My heart was a drum in my chest. I felt sick. Jaxon turned to me. He held out a small, black piece of cloth. It was a mask. “Put this on. Now.” His voice left no room for argument. I took it. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely tie it behind my head. It covered the lower half of my face. Now, only my eyes showed.

It was all black and well fitted, they had a full head covered face mask that concealed their blonde hair and that had only a human skull drawn in front of it. "We look like low budget super heroes", Andrew teased. "Yeah, It was all Mark's Idea", Lucas said laughing. Mark's face was covered by his full head mask, but he laughed through it, even though neither Lucas or Andrew could see his facial expression. "I like it, it has a skull in front representing death to vampires. It's midnight, it's time", He said, as he removed his mask. He couldn't go out of their apartment wearing it. Lucas and Andrew both removed their mask as they placed it in a small backpack and headed out of the apartmen