A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

And it’s their job to polish surfaces to cover jagged business. She’s there near the pool, curled in that absurdly relaxed way that makes my jaw unclench against my will. Head back on the lounger, earbuds in, chest rising slowly. I let myself smile once, imagining whatever ridiculous sex scene she’s listening to right now to escape the life she’s chosen with me.

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.

If he really wanted to make up for all the bad things he did, then he had a very long way to go. I had just finished applying my lipgloss when I heard a knock from outside the door. Lucy looked at me and then at the door. She opened the door and Baron walked in. I turned to look at him and was awestruck. Baron was indeed very handsome, as much as I despised him, I couldn’t deny that fact. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes and a jawline that was sculpted to perfection. And the man sure knew how to dress. I realised that he was staring at me longer than he should have. It made my heart flutter a little.

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

Sitting down on the cold floor for a while, ZouMi got up and head towards the mirror and started stripping. The nail scratch's, while struggling to get free from of those 'human less animals' were still fresh on her body. The smooth milky white skin of hers, which didn't have any marks before, now is tainted over her arms, neck, legs. 'Disgust' the only feeling running in her veins.

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

Her gaze was captivating, and I found myself ensnared by the depths of her eyes. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and music, and as the night progressed, the masks seemed to take on a life of their own. The shapes and designs ranged from whimsical to ornate, each a work of art in its own right. But Julia's mask, in its simplicity and elegance, was a masterpiece that left an indelible mark.