A Beauty With Multiple Masks 소설 & 이야기

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

There was some darkening around the places where the net was tightest, which Helia could only assume was bruising but nothing seemed cut or broken. "There we go. How does that feel?" Helia asked as she peeled the last bit of net off. The winged girl sat up cautiously. She was so petite, like a human bird. Her face was delicate and angelically beautiful, almost too beautiful to be real. The hair on her head was short but swept elegantly across her head in a fitting pixie style and was a transparent blue color as if it too were made from the wings of dragonflies. Both of her ears were long thin and pointed. She wore a short, fitted dress that looked like it was made with yellow flowers sewn in

He suggested that I choose one of the ladies who were vying for my attention and the crowd erupted in agreement. My eyes scanned the lineup of eight beautiful women standing before me. I carefully observed their outfits, their bodies, their lips, and their eyes, trying to make a decision. Each girl threw me seductive looks, hoping to be the one I chose. But with their faces partially concealed by masks, it was challenging to make a choice based on their physical features. So, I decided to focus on the lady with the most captivating mask.

The lounge area gave a classical and elegant vibe to the party. As soon as Eva came into the hall, it reflected on her skin, making it glow with her red wine gown which beautifully hugged her curves. She was shinning while, on the other hand, Naomi was looking elegant in her green emerald gown. Eva had the eternal beauty while Naomi had the fierce and shark features, which looked elegantly beautiful. Both sisters were beautiful in their own way. Soon, the staff handed them shiny masks to wear saying it was masked theme Party. Wearing the mask, Eva made herself busy exploring the place while Naomi greeted her business partners. Soon the lightings turned off, announcing it was time for dancing

“You make me a lot of money, girl. And I hate that you’re leaving. But I can’t stand in the way of your dreams.” I felt warmth fill my chest. “Thank you… really.” “You’re welcome.” She patted my cheek. “Now go. Let’s make this last night your best.” When she left, I turned toward the mirror. My brown contacts covered my real blue eyes, and the silver mask glittered under the bulbs. The purple fringe bra and panties left almost nothing to the imagination—perfect for Jade Firefly, but not for Akayda Jordan. I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams. Suddenly, a crystalline chime sounds nearby, like the gentle ringing of glass, and before me, a mask appears, hovering as if held by invisible hands, settling gently into my palms. The mask is pale and delicate, kissed by moonlight, its surface etched with swirling patterns that mimic the frost creeping across a windowpane on a cold winter’s night. I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me.

I try to move, but I'm stuck, reminded that I'm only just an observer. A woman steps gracefully out from the surrounding shadows. The woman from all my previous, agonizing visions. Her face is no longer half-rotten or decayed. It’s entirely, exquisitely beautiful now, hauntingly so. A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel.