Novel & Cerita Niv Masks

When I was done, I took a long time in front of the mirror ensuring that I had gotten everything right. Ivan stirred behind me around six a.m. "Good morning." I greeted him cheerfully. He paused , looking at me as if I had lost my mind before replying to me. I gave him no mind and focused on what I was doing. I drew my hair back into a sleek low ponytail. I knew how much Nicholas loved seeing women with ponytails, but I had to take it down as I noticed a few scars which had not totally disappeared around my temples. I let my hair flow from the center part in its natural soft waves before applying a thin coat of powder to my face.

In the next moment, Nash turned away. "Nash, will you still reject me now?" A slightly weighty voice sounded behind Nash, and Nina saw the girl remove her mask, revealing a sweet and delicate face. Nash did not even turn his head. "Click." The door to Nina was pushed open, and Nash, wearing a silver-white metallic mask, appeared before her. He did not say anything, just extended his hand toward her. Behind Nash stood the girl from earlier. She did not want to embarrass him in public, especially since she was still wearing her mask. Nina was not sure if the girl recognized her.

The man with a mask over his face. *

She glanced at me then turned away almost immediately in the direction we were headed. “Hey, hold on. I went back to get this for us.” I stopped behind Ariel and held out the ski masks. Ariel turned back again to look at me, “What are those for?” “To hide our identities in case we run into Niko and his squad,” I scoffed and shook my head a little because I expected that she would understand this immediately without any explanations, “we want to be discreet with this rescue, right?”

The air felt heavy, like the walls themselves were listening. “We don’t move yet,” Nevio said. “We let them get comfortable. Let them think the escape scared us off.” “And in the meantime?” I asked. “In the meantime,” Nestore said slowly, “we rebuild our masks.” Nevio nodded. “Contacts. Shell companies. New identities where needed. We start circulating rumors that we’re interested buyers.” My stomach churned, but I didn’t look away. “And when they bite?” I asked. Nevio’s eyes were dark, steady. “We go in.”

“He’s auctioning kids, Marcus! What the fuck is going on?” We had already put on the masks Marcus had procured from the trunk of his car – simple, elegant black half-masks that covered our eyes, common enough in these high-society, illicit gatherings to not draw attention. They were meant to conceal our identities, but right now, I felt like mine was screaming.