A Beauty With Multiple Masks Novels & Stories

Jasmine passed the comb through her hair one last time, then watched the mirror. She wasn't quite sure why she was making an effort today, but she knew it had something to do with the new neighbour. She immediately shook her head. Maybe she should let herself become a full adult before hitting on a man like that, but she couldn't help wanting to be noticed by him. She swallowed, then put the hair up, tying it into a high ponytail. She was wearing a dress, and she watched herself in the mirror again. She rarely wore dresses and she thought she could just let it wait till her 18th birthday by the end of the week.

His mask gleamed under the low light, reflecting screens of numbered faces. “Take off your mask,” I said softly. He turned, startled. “That’s against the rules.” “Just do it,” I insisted. He hesitated, then reached up slowly and removed it. My breath caught. He was… beautiful. Not in the polished way of the elites, but striking, dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that looked almost too human for this place. He couldn’t have been more than mid-thirties. “You can cover your face again,” I said quickly, realizing I’d been staring.

He was the unexpected person who helped me. I also wore some black boots and strapped them to my feet. After getting dressed I took red lipstick and applied it to my lips. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I was presentable. I was amazed at my reflection. I don't think that I'm this beautiful and I inherited this beauty from my mother. I could also see the scratches and scars on my face but these wounds have already healed but the wound in my heart doesn't. I'm still having a hard time but I hope that one day I wake up and this pain I feel will go away. On that day, I will be happy in life even if I am alone. I just smiled and look at myself while brushing my hair. I'm a brave wo

“I swear, Greta, if I trip in front of everyone, you’re coming down with me.” “I’ll bring snacks.” I stared at the mirror like it had personally offended me. The dress from the Blackwood collection hugged my body like a secret I wasn’t ready to tell, and now I had to make my face match the glamour. Which was a problem, because I didn’t do glamour. I did barely-tinted lip balm and dry shampoo. Greta handed me a makeup pouch and patted my shoulder. “You’ll be fine. You have… decent bone structure.”

Naninibago lang siguro kaya maganda sa paningin niya. Athelia took her time with her dress while the both of us relaxed on the bench. Kinakalikot na ni Ena ang cellphone niya at mukhang may bago siyang pagbabasahan samantalang pinagsawa ko lang ang mga mata sa bawat pagpapalit ni Athelia ng damit. In the end, she chose the flashiest dress I've ever seen in pink.

You go down first okay" I added as I pull him off from the window When he finally walked out I stared at the window and raised my brows when I saw Oab standing, I even saw how shocked he was, I smirked and closed the window " HAAA, you can't do anything now," I said while pulling down the curtain I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, I stared at my face in the mirror I brushed my hair up and pointed my face to the mirror " woohoo, I'm such a perfect man, look at this and" I said as I pressed my abs, " this biceps and these pouty lips" I turned the shower and heater on.

That face was exactly like Maya, from her hair to her features! To Handsome, they looked like twins! The little white pig rushed to cover its mouth to stop itself from cursing from the shock. Caspian was startled by his reflection in the mirror that was identical to Maya as well. Through his shock, he also understood something. The features that the miraculous mask could change into were not fixed. It was controlled by one’s imagination and used to pretend to be anyone. At that moment, Caspian could see a smile on Maya’s face. “Junior Caspian, you can take the mask off now.”

I turn to the sales attendant, a hint of urgency in my voice. “Do you know if there are any shops around here where I could find a mask?” I ask, my eyes searching hers. She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Actually, we have a selection of masks right here in the store. I’ll be right back with some options for you.” I watch her disappear into a back room, my heart still fluttering from the thrill of finding the perfect dress. Moments later, she returns with a tray of masks, each one more intricate and stunning than the last.

Ruby, in a panic, wiped her tears and fumbled for her phone with shaking hands. As soon as she answered the call, her voice was calm, betraying no sign of the turmoil she had just shown. She was as convincing as she had ever been in her performances for me. I realized then that I had never truly known the woman who had been at my side for seven years, with her remarkable talent for deception. I tapped my phone screen lightly, and within moments, I had set my plan in motion. Soon, there was a knock at the suite door. Ruby's eyes, filled with questions, turned to me. I nodded for her to answer it.

She yanked my head back, forcing my face up toward the light. Her face swam into view. Beautiful, objectively — high cheekbones, full lips, flawless skin. Dark eyes that reflected the flames like mirrors. But there was nothing behind them. No warmth. No humanity. She looked like a painting of a woman instead of a real one. A perfect mask over something hollow. "There you are." She smiled, and it didn't reach her eyes. Nothing reached her eyes. "I was starting to think you'd gone catatonic. That would be terribly inconvenient. I have so many plans for you."