Beyond The Mask Book Novels & Stories

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.

This is my only way. If I will die, at least I will die chasing what I really want. That's what I think now. That's what I think the most important to me now. "Let's go?" She asked me and held my hand. I forced myself to make my smile stay pasted on my face. "Oh. Your mask." She said and pulled a mask from her pocket. She made me wear it before we walked to the parking lot of this hospital. We got in the car and the driver immediately drove us away from the hospital to the mall. I already know where we will go to register.

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

"I don't love anything about him!" "Then why not continue?" he asks. "Why not insist? What are you running from? You're protected here, this I guarantee you. And if he recognizes you, then you can go. I'll help you and become responsible for getting you out safely. But until then, why not?" I chew my bottom lip contemplatively. This is madness. Ambrose is crazy. "It's a good opportunity. And you know what else?" He walks past me and starts rummaging through the drawers behind me. He pulls out a mask. It's golden. "We had a masquerade theme last year. It'll be implemented for the rest of the month."

The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before. "The Catalyst would live as long as you do," the mask said. Miguel suddenly dropped the box. "Boss," he said, pointing at the mask. I turned to look at it. The mask was spewing a black inky substance, and immediately it entered my mouth. I fell as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I felt I was being drowned by the strange substance.

Brett said before he smiled and winked at the girls from afar. Adam snorted. He’s ashamed to see Brett flirting around female humans as soon as he got discharged from hospital. ‘I guess he is indeed feeling okay,’ Adam concluded. “Stop flirting with anyone. It will get us more attention,” Adam commented. “Speaking of attention,” Brett murmured, as he put down his glass and stared at Adam from head to toe. “Why are you wearing a Bauta mask?” A bauta mask is mask the cover the full face. It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth.

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.

She was about to say something, but Black cut her fast. "Of course we ain't gonna rob. I don't wanna end up in jail, alright? My novel entitled The Masked is kinda inspired from that movie. My characters weren't illusionists, though. They're wizards. Attention seeker wizards, if I may add. They found happiness in doing something that would eventually create a fuss and make a person's attention dart on them. They entertain people to entertain themselves." He stopped for a while and looked at each of them. He's expecting one of them to say something and he's right. Flute's senses finally came back. "Wait! Are you saying... we have to catch people's attention? And through that, you think we wou

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The clinking of cups and the melodious hum of voices transformed into a symphony of life, reminding us of the beauty that existed beyond the masks and the secrets. The world outside the café beckoned us, filled with endless possibilities and new adventures. We knew that the masquerade had been just one chapter in our lives, a chapter that had tested our strength, resilience, and commitment. But there were countless more chapters waiting to be written, each with its own trials and triumphs. As we stepped out into the sunlight, the city unfolded before us like a canvas of opportunity. Our hearts were filled with the memories of the masquerade, but also with a burning desire to create a future