Beyond The Mask Book Novels & Stories

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

It left tingles on my skin after crossing over. It was another library but smaller. More like a study than a library. She kept walking until we reached a table where a young man, either Drix's age or older, was writing something. Piles of books were on each side of the table, and a white mask covered his face. The mask was plain and had no cut for his eyes or mouth. He continued to scribble on the paper with a golden feather ink pen like a robot.

In the end, he could only use the Mystic Armor to resist it by force. Borrowing the momentum, his speed increased by several points. The mask man behind him watched him with cold eyes. Never did he expect that Alex would have such a strong desire to live. Moreover, his ability to resist the blows was beyond his expectation as well. The masked man was also chasing after him desperately while shouting, “Alex Rockefeller, stop and give me the Holy Book right now, and I won’t trouble you any longer! But, if you’re still stubborn, then don’t blame me for not holding back anymore! When I catch you later, I will not just kill you and that woman in your arms, but I’ll also go back and kill your moth

One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me? This had to be some kind of joke.

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

And I swear the music inside vibrates under my skin before I even enter. The mask feels strange in my hand. It’s simple, black with lace and tiny crystals around the edges. A last-minute pick from Mama’s collection. Safe, like the dress. Except… nothing feels safe here. I tie it on, the soft ribbons caressed my skin. And just like that, I disappear. Not completely. But enough to pretend that I’m not the girl who’s disgusted by her own skin. Not the one with bruises under her concealer or a heart that forgets how to beat when his name is mentioned.

Well God has the right to do that because I am lying and deceiving Dum and he is telling me I don't have the right to feel happiness because of what I am doing right now. Well I can't deny that part so I understand, anyway the woman who had caused the car to stop all of a sudden earlier was wearing a weird face mask that is used for masquerade parties but the mask was covering her face. I had a weird familiar feeling when I was near that woman. I can't describe it but I can feel like I know her but I don't? It's so confusing .

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

I am learning, quite rapidly, that the Stormbreakers are a collection of masks. To my own disbelief, as I step into the steaming spray of the showers, a jolt of anticipation hits me. I find myself wondering when the final two—Logan and Brandon—will decide to claim their pound of flesh. It’s obvious now that this is a coordinated effort. With the way these six athletes operate as a single unit on the ice, I should have realized they’d apply that same pack mentality to me.

How else was she supposed to feel when the man she had given a lap dance to one night turned out to be her boss the very next day? “Whatever. I’m heading out,” she said, sliding her bag over her shoulder. “Give Eric my love, tell him Aunt Amy misses him,” Amy called after her. “Sure thing. See you tomorrow,” Mackenzie replied with a wave before leaving. ********** wanna thank you all for you support. it means a lot to me as a newbie writer. thank you all for giving my book an audience. please add up to you library and drop a review. and also tell me you thought about Mackenzie and Alexander? ************