A Beauty With Multiple Masks の小説・ストーリー

In the A****n, a young woman of unparalleled beauty is preparing for a very important private presentation. Outside, the place is crowded, and her performance time is just a few minutes away. "He's already here, Amber. Hurry up, I want you to be in the booth before him," Marcela says, helping her with her mask. Although she doesn't really need it after the plastic surgery she had, she prefers to make sure that Jarl doesn't recognize her.

- The woman in pink dress said. “No need to say that Lara, Miss. Luna’s beauty is effortless. She’s the most gorgeous female alpha with or without makeup.”- The woman in black said. They smiled at me. As if my mood will lighten up with what they said. I just looked at them blankly. Third Person’s POV: My eyes stared at her as she walks on a red carpet. She’s a gorgeous alpha, even wearing those masks. Her curves tell that she is not just powerful. I smiled.

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.

She instructs me, editing our pictures. I do as she says, I open a Beastly Beauty T*****r account and add a photo of me in lingerie, kneeling on her bed with a lollipop in my mouth. A mask covers my face, I look unrecognisable, I don’t think anyone would ever know it’s me.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. "Hey, little lady, it's late at night. Why are you wearing a mask?" After that, he looked at his senior brothers behind him happily and said, "According to my experience, anyone who still wears a mask at this time is either an ugly woman or a very beautiful woman! How about we make a bet?" "Okay, I bet 100 purple crystals on an ugly woman." "That's right. Those who can wear masks at this time must be ugly and can't be seen in public. I also place a bet of 100."

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.

"I will- I will. . ." The other girls looked at her curiously, wondering at her sudden incoherence. Following the direction of her gaze, their eyes lighted on me and I saw the same expression of surprise mirrored on their faces. I treated them to a glare as I walked past. They averted their eyes, not wanting to be caught staring. They made no signs of resuming their interrupted conversation. I could make a pretty good guess at what it would now be about. On my way outside, I had noticed the eyes of the guards that I had passed in the hallway look at me appreciatively. Their expressions were better concealed. I was well aware that I was beautiful and desirable. It was one of the reasons why I

"Just enhancing what's already there. A little mascara to bring out those incredible eyes, some lip gloss, maybe a touch of blush." Beverly sat perfectly still as her friends worked, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid to hope. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the disappointment on their faces when they realized she wasn't as pretty as they'd thought. "Girl, you need to see this," Maria whispered, her voice full of wonder. "Beverly," Paula said softly. "Open your eyes." Beverly took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. The woman staring back at her was a stranger. A beautiful stranger.

Alicia woke up at 6:00 am, before the clock rang; she had slept very little because of her nerves. She got out of bed, took a shower, and when she got out of the shower, she looked for an outfit for the interview. She didn't know what to wear, so she grabbed a black skirt and a white long-sleeved blouse. She looked for some shoes, finding some she hardly ever wore. These were black with a bit of a heel. She dried her hair and then brushed it. She also looked through her things for some makeup and sighed when she only found blush, eyeliner, and a burnt red lipstick. Without thinking twice, she put it on. Alicia didn't like to put on makeup, she wasn't used to doing it, that's why there was so

Zithea, who appeared out of nowhere. To be continued