A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

But at that moment, it seemed different. Then, she stopped. “All right, I know that behind this messy makeup, you know who you are. You are the most beautiful in the world. Haha!” She laughed a bit and became serious in a beat. Then, she stroked her hair upwards. She seemed confused. Nevertheless, she scrutinized the image in that shiny thing in front of her and slurred, “With that face! You are going to take back everything that rightfully belongs to you! I promise that.” Finally, she gave in and used the tissue paper that has been waiting for her to acknowledge. She wiped her face, making sure to clean every part and portion. She made certain that all the ugly spots were removed in order t

Instead of doing the normal red lipstick like it was sure, most women were going to do she decided to turn it around and instead of red painting her lips peach, used a gloss with a shimmering effect. Instead of looking as odd as she thought she would, because of the mask, it made her look beautiful. Overall, she looked like a kick-ass Luna. She walked over to the bed with steady feet and took hold of the two masks and right in time because not a second later, her hunk of a sexy mate walked in looking fine as she felt.

Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

All three of them slipped on carnival like face masks, the very colorful ones with even more colorful feathers at the end. “What is going on?” I ask, this time looking from person to person. “Want to find out?” Abed asks from behind the mask, he blinked at me through the eye hole, I stared at him, even with the mask, he was as beautiful as they came. I swallow, and nod. Abed stretched out his hand, in it was another mask, staring at it for a second longer, I take it, turning it over in my hands, I notice it is not the disposable type, and it had the word SUNFLOWER engraved on it.

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