Beauty With Multiple Mask Novels & Stories

Each one gleamed with a terrifying demonic air. Colin's fingers brushed over those instruments. His expression wasn't like he was looking at instruments of torture. But rather like he was in an art gallery in Paris. And those instruments that hung on the wall were not for torturing but exquisite works of art. Finally, his gaze stopped at an iron mask. "This one will do!" Colin took the iron mask and said with pleasure, "This is my most satisfying work. I've given it a charming name, the Beauty Mask. Wear it and you'll become the most beautiful woman in the world."

After chatting casually to Sebastian for a while, Blake got up and left. … That afternoon, almost all the media outlets in the entire country, not just Steinberg, were fighting to report on the effects of the Arctic Snow Mask and the Frostwave mask. Caspian had even made a detailed analysis of the effects of both face masks as they appeared very similar to each other. For instance, the main function of the Frostwave mask was to cleanse the skin and enhance the user's glow, making it a more affordable option. However, for women who had old blemishes and scars, the Arctic Snow mask would be their primary choice.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.

” “I am, I just don't like putting anything on my face” “it’s not just anything, it's the delicate cream that stimulates you moisturizes your skin.” He spoke, sitting beside me and open one of his drawers where he picks up a box. “ And this is what I'm talking about.” I glance at the package and read what it stated. It was a mask. I think I saw one when Jem used it on the sleepover. “ my acquaintance uses that. She has a variety of masks on her house.” I replied. “ She should have offered you at least one, so you can try on”

Valdez brought this long gown to me early this morning. I carefully looked at myself in the mirror after applying make up no make up look. It was as if I didn't have make-up but my black eyes became more beautiful there. I also put a diamond stud earrings on my ear for a little more decoration and not just clothes. I also wore a mask, covering the upper part of my face. Only my eyes and lips can be seen properly in the mask. My hair was in a messy bun while some fell on the side of my face.

"You will be the star of the show." The group made their way back out of the sauna into the main room. Esper pulled out a couple of stools and then got to work at the beauty bar. She mixed up new batches of the masques, emulsifying the strawberries with honey and coconut oil. She whipped up three sets and then got to work on combining the ingredients for the charcoal face masques. Once she was done, Esper passed the extra bowls to her companions, and they got to work on their suitors.

Instead of doing the normal red lipstick like it was sure, most women were going to do she decided to turn it around and instead of red painting her lips peach, used a gloss with a shimmering effect. Instead of looking as odd as she thought she would, because of the mask, it made her look beautiful. Overall, she looked like a kick-ass Luna. She walked over to the bed with steady feet and took hold of the two masks and right in time because not a second later, her hunk of a sexy mate walked in looking fine as she felt.

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.