A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

Why on earth was she wearing clothes the elites would wear? She laughed at something Trent said, and when she turned her face sideways, I caught a glimpse of it. I noticed what I didn't notice before. She was wearing more makeup. The kind I hadn't seen on her before. The kind of makeup only elites wore. The fear in my chest spread. Why was Layla trying to look like an elite? Was she trying to fit into their life? And for what reason? Just in a bid to find out what happened to her parents?

I’ll try to get used to Bastian’s cynical gaze. I’m sure I haven’t done anything wrong right now, so why is he looking at me with that irritating smirk? My eyes drift back to the large mirror in front of me, reflecting my figure wrapped neatly in a simple cream dress, its long sleeves finished with delicate lace at the cuffs. I thought only English aristocrats would wear something like this. And yet, here it is, clinging perfectly to my body. “You look like—”

They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide what you really were. They're using moonflowers. Tonight, at the ceremony. When everyone's gathered together. Jason's legs gave out, and he sank onto his bed, staring at his shaking hands. My blockers won't work. Not with moonflowers in the air. Everyone will know. Everyone will see what I really am.

I put some eye drops in to refresh my eyes and spray my face with some glowy mist Bri recommended, I will not lie, it looks like I haven't even slept and my makeup is fresh. My last lesson was business and obviously I was dreading it, but today I'm planning to ask Miss Morgan if I can change partners. Hopefully she'll let me get with James or some other person, I didn't mind pairing up with anyone. Anyone but Him. I made myself a promise and I really want to stick to it. Ryder was like a drug, the most addictive kind, the one you know you shouldn't take but the few good moments make all the pain worthwhile. Taking a deep breath I sit at my vanity table and brush my hair. Touching up on my ma

They move closer to the couple and no word left their mouth seeing how beautiful these two creature was. It was a beautiful lady with bright golden eyes, long lashes that highlights its beauty, soft pink lips and flowy long hair, exactly like the little girl but with a small diamond crown on her head. She wore a glittery silver, long sleeve dress that hugs her waist and flow down her feet with sheer upper chest and small jewels decorated beautifully on her waist line.

he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. Andre knew the silence inside of him wasn't good, he was seated in a borrowed—stolen—car, with a lady he couldn't understand. She was a combination of fierce and beautiful. Toxic—he always thought such combination was toxic and his nerves screamed but he couldn't help but smile at her sleeping body beside him. His daughter? What part of the conversation that he did not get. His daughter. He glanced at her again. There was no resemblance of him in her. How could a child of a monster be so fine? He struggled to keep his head arranged, struggled to keep his mind from the kiss. Shit Dre, Shit

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

"You will be the star of the show." The group made their way back out of the sauna into the main room. Esper pulled out a couple of stools and then got to work at the beauty bar. She mixed up new batches of the masques, emulsifying the strawberries with honey and coconut oil. She whipped up three sets and then got to work on combining the ingredients for the charcoal face masques. Once she was done, Esper passed the extra bowls to her companions, and they got to work on their suitors.

Mary asked while checking out the mask in her hand. It was red in colour and is going to hide both of her eyes and the right side of her face, the other half was bare for everyone to see but they won't be able to recognise her if she wears it. On the other hand, Sarah's mask was really beautiful. It's going to cover her full face with a lot of artistic patterns drawn in the red mask with a golden border, matching her dress perfectly.

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.