Novel & Cerita A Beauty With Multiple Masks

She wears thin spectacles that give her the sharp impression of someone respectable. “Belle.” I notice how Markov sounds indifferent and distant when he calls me by my name. The last time he talked to me, he was smiling. “Have a seat.” I can’t help but notice that he has pointed at the other end of the table. I try not to let it bother me when I take my seat. The guards position themselves behind me. I admit that it was a little distracting, but I should just get used to it. I thought that the werewolf woman would look at me with displeasure, but she seems to be studying me carefully.

Alex looked at herself in the mirror, studying the black, fitted sequin gown that she is wearing that night. The dress is long sleeve but it didn’t distract the physical attributes that she possesses. She put on some brown contact lenses to conceal her eye color and had her very short, black hair brushed up.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

It had been two days since we had made our plan to help each other's deceitful plans and even though I had intended to let her stay in the hospital for a couple more days for further observation, my grandma had insisted that she be discharged. I could not help but admire the beauty that was sitting next to me. I would consider my work on her face to be my best reconstruction. I had indeed taken my time to ensure she did not have any scars or imperfections mostly out of guilt for having destroyed the masterpiece that had originally been her face. However, I had ensured I kept some features of her old face. Tania was wearing black Ray Ban wayfarers. Her eyes were not fully recovered and were s

“And if you ask about her face, I didn’t know about that as I never see it since she always uses a mask due to personal reasons, but the mask won't be a bother because it's one of her characteristics, and the audience loves the mysterious beauty aura behind that mask.” “Mysterious beauty?” James snorted. “Tsk, what beauty? How come you can call it beauty if you hide it, huh? What to sell in here, if you hide the face?! If you say that people see a mask dancer as mysterious beauty then you can say that my ass also holds a mysterious beauty aura as it always hides behind my pants and…” KRING!!! In the midst of their conversation, James' phone suddenly vibrated which interrupted his statement.

She was a tiny human in a den of very ancient appetites, and all her nerves bristled with icy, shuddering awareness. It was why she didn't even flinch when the two of them advanced on her. They navigated the throng not as if they belonged to it, but as if the throng parted miraculously before them, a sea of silk and magic flowing aside to twin pillars of predator beauty. Their masks were pieces of art: one of sweeping raven's feathers that streamed back from a completed, pointed face, the other of forged, sun-soaked bronze that caught up the untamed beauty of its wearer.

The fabric was soft to the touch, and I could feel its lightweight enveloping me, giving me a look that was both elegant and daring. My lips, painted a bright red, shone like rubies, attracting the eye and adding a touch of sensuality to my appearance. I had taken care to emphasize my eyes with delicate makeup, and to complete it all, I had chosen a black Venetian mask, decorated with delicate patterns that added an aura of mystery to my face. The mask perfectly matched my features, hiding part of my identity while revealing another side of myself, more daring and intriguing. I no longer wanted to be perceived as a fragile little thing, ready to break at any moment, like a delicate glass exp

I couldn’t see her face as she was wearing a lace mask to hide her eyes yet, it was obvious she was very beautiful, with soft feminine features that made her look like she was out of a fairytale. In the pictures, she was dressed in lacy lingerie and in some, she was naked. I raised up the first one, where she was kneeling, her tongue extended and her jet black hair rolled into a messy bun atop her head, but it took nothing from her beauty. Her hands were bound behind her and her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps. I dropped that and picked up another one, where she was laying on a bed, with her legs spread apart, showing off a toy in her asshole. My eyes widened and I blinked in surpri

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

She fastens it around my neck and pats my shoulders. "See? Now you are ready. If you fidget any more, I will tape your hands to your sides." I try not to roll my eyes, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My hair, usually straight and plain, now falls in loose waves down my back, artfully arranged to frame the mask. The makeup Lorena applied makes my green eyes seem deeper and more mysterious. The emerald mask, adorned with tiny crystals and delicate filigree, transforms my ordinary features into something almost regal.