Beauty With Multiple Mask Novels & Stories

She clapped her hands as she exclaimed, "That's it, we're going to prep ourselves for tomorrow! Jennet lowered her hand and eyed Marvina, who had rummaged through her luggage. "What are you doing?" She asked. "Ta-da, the ultimate face mask that's going to bring back our youth overnight!" Marvina showed a packet of beauty face masks to her. Jennet heaved a sigh. "I'll pass," she said and then, placed the hair dryer back on the table. She went to the bed, about to get ready to sleep.

He suggested that I choose one of the ladies who were vying for my attention and the crowd erupted in agreement. My eyes scanned the lineup of eight beautiful women standing before me. I carefully observed their outfits, their bodies, their lips, and their eyes, trying to make a decision. Each girl threw me seductive looks, hoping to be the one I chose. But with their faces partially concealed by masks, it was challenging to make a choice based on their physical features. So, I decided to focus on the lady with the most captivating mask.

Zara's POV When I got home, I dragged myself into the bathroom and lined up the skincare products Tessa always insisted I use. My reflection looked like a ghost, dark circles, cracked lips, exhaustion written in bold across my face. I needed these black bags to disappear. I moved with slow care, massaging creams into my skin. I put on a sheet mask before slipping on the LED face mask Tessa had bought me, the kind that made me look like a sci-fi villain, and lay back in bed, soon enough I dozed off.

Only the corridor and the echo of my own soft footfalls. Another door stands slightly ajar. Through the narrow crack, a monitor blinks green. A rhythmic beep keeps time with my heartbeat, a measured metronome. I slow, drawn toward it. My reflection catches in the small square of glass: eyes darker than I remember, hair falling in waves, a faint shimmer of light across my skin. I lift a hand and trace the outline of my face on the glass as if to prove I’m solid.

Lost in the world of words, I allow myself to unwind, letting go of my worries and fears for just a little while. Once the mask has worked its magic, I rinse it off and pat my skin dry, reveling in the softness and clarity that it leaves behind. I take a moment to admire myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of pride in the woman staring back at me. She may be flawed and imperfect, but she's also strong and resilient, capable of facing whatever challenges come her way.

She was so fucking cute. We found ourselves back in her Bentley, with Karyna behind the wheel, following my directions to the sex store I had shopped at before. Once inside, we made our way to the mask section, and to our luck, there was a whole range of skin masks available. I carefully selected one that matched my skin tone and another that seemed to fit my facial structure well. After paying for it, we returned to the car. I couldn't resist trying it on immediately. The mask was tight and stretchy, just as I had anticipated. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but it definitely felt strange.

It had been two days since we had made our plan to help each other's deceitful plans and even though I had intended to let her stay in the hospital for a couple more days for further observation, my grandma had insisted that she be discharged. I could not help but admire the beauty that was sitting next to me. I would consider my work on her face to be my best reconstruction. I had indeed taken my time to ensure she did not have any scars or imperfections mostly out of guilt for having destroyed the masterpiece that had originally been her face. However, I had ensured I kept some features of her old face. Tania was wearing black Ray Ban wayfarers. Her eyes were not fully recovered and were s

Jonason then went to Miley and said, "There are so many masks. Is it necessary?" Miley came over and looked at it. She nodded and said, "Of course. See, I brought a lot too for today. I will choose which to use according to my skin condition or my mood. There are hydrating ones, anti-wrinkle, brightening and even specialized equipment. There are eye masks in this photo too. Is this your brother's collection?" "Yes," Jonason nodded. Miley patted Jonason on the shoulder and said, "Learn from your brother! Go and grab all the masks he has!"

My skin no longer glowed, and now I looked pale and dry. Despite that, I was still the most beautiful female in the pack. After tonight, though, I could return to my former glory. Tonight was the first step, so even if I couldn’t fix everything right now, I could hide my flaws with a face mask, hair mask, body oil, and makeup.

"I’ll come back. When I can stand beside you without hiding. When I can look you in the eye and know that what we have is real." "And until then, I’m supposed to pretend you didn’t mean anything to me?" She smiled sadly. "No. Just remember me kindly. That’s all I ask." They stood in silence, the garden swaying softly around them. "You know," Ethan said finally, trying to lighten the mood, "I always wondered if the mask was hiding some hideous deformity or if you were just trying to look mysterious." She laughed through her tears. "Maybe both. I do have a slightly crooked nose."