A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch

I went for a facial with my bestie, Tanya Tomlinson, at a beauty salon that went viral online recently. Just as we stepped foot in that salon, we were immediately greeted by good-looking six-foot-tall hunks. A man in a black suit who resembled a celebrity approached us. He addressed Tanya like they were old friends. "Tanya, it's been a while. Are you here for a facial or hairdo?" Tanya flicked her sexy wavy curls and smirked at the man. "I'm here for a facial. This is my best friend, Daphne Monterey. She's here for the first time. I'll entrust her to you."

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

“Heh! What’s so difficult about this, let’s do it!” Lana, on the other hand, said nonchalantly, “I’ll go and pick some better-looking mask. That kind of mask that reveals half of my pretty face. Must be stunning!” “Cough, cough! The pursuit of beauty is really in a girl’s nature, huh? You thought you’re participating in a beauty mask contest? It’s only a mask!” Fane let out two awkward coughs and teased Lana. “Fane, what bullsh*t are you talking about? She is the Goddess of War, how can you talk in such a disrespectful manner!”

-ARABELLA- My eyes fluttered open and were immediately drawn to a tall, gangly man, his hair as red as a raging inferno. “Who are you?”, I managed to ask, my voice sounding hoarse and dry. His ocean blue eyes fell on me and a small smile pulled at the side of his lips, “It’s good to see you awake, Miss. The healer was unsure if his remedy would bring you out of your slumber.”

The girl in the mirror smeared like a distant, the bridge of the nose high and delicate, the delicate lips of the original lips look very good, like the peach blossom of March, seductive pick, the most amazing or those eyes, like the autumn water, the light glow, the turn of the stars. The dry, yellowish skin that had been dried by long-term heavy makeup was restored to its perfect state under the moisturization of the mask, as delicate as the skin on her body. But Ye Wan knows that this is only temporary, and that the mask, like those beauty methods, can only keep the skin in condition for a short time, especially those emergency-type mass, to cure the symptoms and not the root cause. If th

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

“What can’t be real?” Rosalia stepped into the restroom, peering at herself in the mirror, too, and scrutinizing her makeup. While the woman looked soft and cute in the forest with her plain dresses and bare feet, it was elevated to a radiant beauty with eyeshadow, lipstick, and a body-hugging summer dress that complemented her honey skin well. A satisfied smirk danced out before the woman focused back on Maya, who had already schooled her expression. Inside, she was a torrential storm that battered at all corners. Outside, she managed a smile. “Nothing. I just meant my eyebags.”

They multiplied the girls into endless rows of reflections, as though the room were crowded with versions of themselves—some sharper, some shadowed. Adaeze stood in the center, black scarf tied high, stopwatch glinting at her wrist. Her voice cut through the murmurs. “Today you will learn what the world already knows: beauty is not truth. It is disguise. A mirror shows you what you are. A mask shows them what they want. Master both—or be devoured.” The girls shifted uneasily. Ifeoma smirked at her own reflection, tilting her chin higher. Ijeoma adjusted her braid, her eyes flickering toward Promise in something that looked almost like warning.

Half of her body was now out and she was dancing erotically. The first two girls slowly walked up to the cake and set the third girl free. The third girl still had her back on them but he liked what he was seeing. She got artificial curly hair and she really got a smooth skin. She was also wearing a corset just like the first one but somehow, the third girl's corset looked more... devilish, enticing and seducing. He held his breath as she slowly swayed to face him. Much to his disappointment, she was wearing a mask that covers half of her upper face. He tried to look at her eyes and saw that she was wearing green contact lenses. His eyes landed on her lips instead.