A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

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

Respect filled her eyes for Eva. "You think I'm beautiful?" The girl asked curiously and Eva smiled before answering. "Yes you are beautiful, and you should know that!" The girl was in a daze while Eva chukled at her reaction before saying. "Now will you do my make-up?" The girl came out of her daze and started doing her work embarrassed. The cosmetologist put the brush down after she did her last final touch, while on the other hand, the hairstylist was done too. Eva wore her red emerald dress before standing in front of the mirror. She was shocked to see her new appearance. For a second she couldn't believe her eyes at her makeover.

“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.

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

I asked her curiously, isn't she supposed to be on a break right now? "The boss called me and said I have to come with you guys to the office," Dr. Zithea said with a bored tone as if she didn't wanna come to see the boss. She scanned her fingerprint then we all went inside the elevator. I pushed the button for 10 secs, and the secret floor button appeared, and I pushed it. "Hmph, never knew you got closer with uncle already, Thea," Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom.

I shook my head and waved the thought off. As we passed a different aisle my attention became fixated on a beautiful dress. It looked like it was made of pure silk. It was amazing. But of course I couldn't have it I noticed Baron has been waiting for me to finish admiring the dress. I quickly rushed over to him completely embarrassed. After picking a few more items he made his way to the counter and I followed suit. He didn't even flinch at the price of all the items. Which made me wonder again. Who was this man?

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab