A Mask Of My Own Face Novels & Stories

No, not really. I deliberately selected a mask from the tray, my heart rate accelerating. The mask featured silk and gold accents, with soft ribbons, offering a sense of anonymity. A masquerade can imply a lack of accountability, as it often involves power without individual recognition. With hidden faces, intentions may be perceived as unrestrained. Of course he would be here. This is exactly his kind of stage, isn't it? He had arrived in public places, open and claiming, and this place… Damn it!

Rebecca scoffed, the universe must really suck. Clenching her fist together, she forced a smile on her face before making her way towards the table. If she was in front of an enemy, she might as well find out exactly what was happening. “Hey girlfriend” a huge grin appeared on Melisa’s face as Rebecca walked to the table, “I am glad you could make it”

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

But none of them stopped dancing. None except her. The Other Me. “You were given the mask,” she said, circling me now. Her steps were light, almost floating. “You wore it so long, you believed it was your face.” I tried to scream again. This time, a rasp left my throat—a broken exhale that sounded like tearing cloth. Tears welled in my eyes, but even they moved too gracefully, sliding down with too much elegance. Even my grief has choreography, I thought.

Julian’s POV “I found this realistic face mask shop when I was traveling back here. I wanted to stop by to get one, but it was already getting late, and I was in a hurry to get back,” I shrugged, turning to wink at Karyna. Henri gave me a deadpan stare. “A skin mask,” he asked dully. “Yeah, that. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I confirmed, snapping my fingers. “I’m pretty sure I can get a good one easily,”

he asked. I should say I want it On. This wasn’t supposed to be personal. I don't have to see his face. In fact, I was supposed to cover mine, too. But curiosity pushed the words out before I could stop them. “I want it off,” I said nervously. The man chuckled, deep and rich, and my pussy throbbed just from the sound. Oh God. Still facing away from me, he loosened the mask and placed it on the table. Anticipation nearly killed me as he picked up the glasses and finally turned to face me.

His words were a permission slip, a quiet reassurance that I was in control of how far I went. The week that followed was a slow burn of anticipation. I found myself thinking about the masquerade constantly, about what it would feel like to be on stage, to be the focus of attention. I had to choose a mask, a new persona to hide behind. I spent an entire afternoon in a small, dusty shop downtown, finally settling on a half-mask adorned with intricate silver filigree. It was a beautiful piece, leaving my mouth free but hiding my eyes, a silent promise that I would speak my truth while keeping a part of myself hidden. The anonymity of it emboldened me, making the terrifying prospect seem a litt

she asked after nuzzling her face on his hard chest, staring at him affectionately like some kind of love potion was poured down on her. Nicholas squinted his eyes and deliberately glanced at the picture she was referring to. He nodded his head and fished out a mask inside the drawer of the bedside table. He gave it to her then watched her face flushed in excitement. “It’s mine ever since I could remember, I use this when I have to deal with people myself, I am not comfortable showing my face to strangers nor to those I can’t trust.” He explained effortlessly while playing with her locks using his fingers. So engrossed with how soft and fragrant her hair was.

The green eyes focused on me with an attention that could not be said to have been a coincidence, and his brow frowned slightly, as he seemed to be recognizing me. I was a little in doubt, of course. The use of the mask lately was making no one else recognize themselves, and I didn't think he could recognize me with a uniform and hair tied, because it took away all our identity. However, the wrinkles around his eyes became sharp and I knew he was smiling behind his own mask. He recognized me. He did not act with extreme sympathy, in addition to the smile given. Even though I had never recognized myself before, when I went to the supermarket. Now he knew who I was.

“Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.” I roll my eyes, if the Alpha had a heart attack after seeing me, the Elders would definitely have my head. “I don’t care what he thinks,” I say honestly, i preferred life better when he didn't even notice me. She only arches a brow and hands me the mask. It's delicate,white with silver embellishments, feathers arching off one side, and tiny gems scattered like stars across it. The moment I place it over my face, I feel like someone else. Someone braver.