Xxxtentacion Mask Novels & Stories

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Seeing this, he paused for a second and then without saying anything, he bent slightly and picked it up and calmly placed it on the couch beside him. Then his hand went back into the bag and the next thing he brought out was a black and golden face mask which looked really good. The design was clean and detailed, with just the right touch of gold. Seeing this, Maxwell leaned closer and said. “Whoa, that looks expensive.” Michael nodded his head and added. “Not just expensive, it looks intentional.” Vivian smiled and agreed with him. “Of course it is.” Xander turned the mask slightly in his hand, his eyes carefully taking in every detail.

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

“And… boom. All done.” I shot him a grateful smile, pushed myself up from the chair and grabbed the bottle of shimmer body oil. I rubbed it all over my skin, leaving gold flecks everywhere the light touched. The music outside faded, letting us know the act was almost over and I reached for the last piece of my outfit. My mask. I slipped it over my eyes and locked eyes with myself in the mirror. Corinne Sterling was gone. Lyra Flynn is also gone. All that remained was Lux.

They all looked at her with sharp and judgmental gazes. Finally, after a long moment, her legs went weak. She sank onto the ground, her face ashen, and she began crying. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was Uncle Cameron. He told me to do this…" "Enough, Kate Horton," I interrupted. "Save it for the police." With that, I turned to Luke, who looked distraught. "Oh, right, Dr. Spencer. The footage of you barging into the consultation room has already been uploaded online.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

*delete* wait *typing* ok *delete* *typing* "The hell's taking her long to type?" Leo grunted. (Allura) : ok wait mask can we call? Sent 13:09 "Well shit." Dominic whistled. "Give me the phone." Zacharias said as he snatched it from Dominic. Zacharias lowered himself to Mask who was kneeling on the floor and grabbed his head. "You know what to fucking do." Zacharias said as he pressed the phone on Mask's ear. To make sure, Zacharias points a gun at Mask's forehead.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.