Beauty With Multiple Mask Novels & Stories

"How do women do this to themselves every time? Ya'll aren't human," "Beauty is pain, sweetheart," was all she said, grabbing something else. "I need a time out," I said wiggling myself from underneath her. "You're making a mess, baby, sit still," Jackson warned me, grabbing my foot. "Relax, it's a face mask," she said holding up the said mask. "It'll help soothe the burn," I let myself relax. "You do this every month?" I asked her. "Yeah," "You're not human," I said sighing when she placed the lemon-scented mask on my face, smoothing it evenly. "There's something wrong with ya'll,"

She instructs me, editing our pictures. I do as she says, I open a Beastly Beauty T*****r account and add a photo of me in lingerie, kneeling on her bed with a lollipop in my mouth. A mask covers my face, I look unrecognisable, I don’t think anyone would ever know it’s me.

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

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 snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

“And if you ask about her face, I didn’t know about that as I never see it since she always uses a mask due to personal reasons, but the mask won't be a bother because it's one of her characteristics, and the audience loves the mysterious beauty aura behind that mask.” “Mysterious beauty?” James snorted. “Tsk, what beauty? How come you can call it beauty if you hide it, huh? What to sell in here, if you hide the face?! If you say that people see a mask dancer as mysterious beauty then you can say that my ass also holds a mysterious beauty aura as it always hides behind my pants and…” KRING!!! In the midst of their conversation, James' phone suddenly vibrated which interrupted his statement.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

After the runaway, Belle came on the podium, showing out her latest cosmetic, that's a caxa up facial skin tool used to massage the face, to avoid wrinkles fasting on the face. Belle said her speech, and along the line, she stepped down off the podium approaching Shirley with the device, and everyone's eyes followed every bit of her movement. She massages Shirley's face with caxa up then Ramona's face. “This skin tool, will be a next innovation. You don't need to get worry about get wrinkles at a young age. Caxa up got you covered like an insurance policy,” Belle rounded up her speech, and everyone applaud. Belle gave the mic to Shirley who went up to give the mic to Sierra Lorna. “How was i