A Mask Of My Own Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, but after a few moments, I heard him chuckle softly. "I didn’t want to scare you, so I whistled. From now on, that’ll be our signal, okay? I know you’re not asleep. Were you waiting for me? Was last night so good that you’re already ready for more tonight?" He hit the nail on the head, and I opened my eyes, feeling both embarrassed and irritated. He looked just like he did the night before, his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible. However, I had left a small lamp on tonight, casting a warm, dim light in the room.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

He asked. "I want to resume work at White-Angel Inc." "Okay..." His voice trailed. "And how do you intend to do that?" He asked. "Except you have had plastic surgery or intent to wear a mask, I fail to see how that is possible." He added. I chuckled. "You won't believe it but I have had my face reconstructed," I said. "What?! How and why?" "Well, it was not by choice. I was in an accident that left my face disfigured and I had to get my face reconstructed. That was why I had disappeared for all those weeks. I was in a coma." I explained the to him.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

The man with a mask over his face. *

"Show them. Show them who you really are. I want to see their faces when they realize how perfectly they have been played." The figure reached up slowly, deliberately, drawing out the moment. The mask finally came off. And my world shattered. “Nooooooo!!”

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

The vibrant life of the party was a world apart from my own shadowed existence. I stepped away from the window, catching my reflection in the tall mirror. The blue gown I had chosen hung like a whisper of silk against my skin, its rich hue shimmering under the soft light. Yet it wasn't the gown that held my gaze—it was the mask that covered the scar that twisted across my cheek, a cruel mark that had stolen my place in this family.

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.