Novel & Cerita Beyond The Mask Book

"It's me, Miss Gerner. I forgot to tell you that there is a rule here. Everyone who enters must wear a mask to conceal their identity. Hence, I've prepared one for you, and I hope that you will kindly accept it." "Emberly's flattering manner made her feel disgusted. However, she noticed that there were people around her who didn't wear masks. Therefore, she asked in confusion, ""Why are there people who don't wear masks?""" "Here's the thing, Miss. Those who don't wear masks don't care about being seen by others. They are not afraid that others will know what they have purchase here. But you're different, you're from a remote area, and it's the first time you've been here. So, it's better to

the black-masked wolf said, waving his hand in dismissal. “I assure you it is,” I replied with a smile. “Don’t be such a stuffed shirt, Mike,” another woman said, stepping forward and taking his arm. I looked over her red rose-covered mask. “You can’t ignore humans all your life and then pretend to be any judge of them.” Make huffed, and the couple walked away. I felt a little hand on my hip and looked down to see Chloe and Grace looking up at me. “Can we go over there?” Chloe asked, pointing to a corner that I saw had been decorated for children filled with mask-covered pups running around.

An elderly customer smiled warmly after she recommended a novel. "You always know exactly what people need." Liana smiled politely. "I just like helping people find their next adventure." "If only life were that simple." After the customer left, Liana found herself staring at a book titled Beyond the Stars. She traced the cover with her fingertips. "What if there really are other worlds?" she whispered. Emma overheard her. "Then I hope they have better coffee." Liana laughed again. It was one of the things she loved most about Emma. She always knew how to make her smile.

Inside, my stomach burned. The chandeliers above buzzed faintly. My pulse roared louder. I pressed forward. “But masks exist for a reason. Because sometimes, they aren’t lies. Sometimes they’re shields. Sometimes they’re the only thing standing between you and ruin. And when you finally take them off… maybe the truth is survivable.” Silence. And then—applause. It swelled like a wave, breaking tension the crowd didn’t even know it was holding. Adrienne clapped first, then the wives, then the men. Cameras clicked. Laughter bubbled, relieved, charmed.

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

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.

“We’ll continue this later.” My breath hitched. Continue? What did he mean by that? My face heated again at the thought, but before I could demand answers, he moved, reaching for the elegant box set on the seat between us. When he flipped it open, I gasped. Inside was a mask, if it could even be called that. Small and delicate, it shimmered with glittering diamonds. “What is this?” I whispered. “A mask,” he said simply, as though it wasn’t the most ridiculous, extravagant thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

We had weathered storms and overcome obstacles, emerging stronger and more resilient each time. But just when we thought we had conquered all challenges, fate had a new twist in store for us. One evening, as we were preparing for a glamorous charity event, a mysterious package arrived at our doorstep. It was an intricately decorated box with a handwritten note attached. Curiosity piqued, we opened the box to find a beautifully crafted mask, adorned with jewels and feathers. The note read, "An invitation to the Masquerade of Secrets. An evening of intrigue and revelations. Your presence is requested."

“Stop moving!” I looked toward the others standing in the distance. The leader was tall and muscular. They wore ski masks, so I couldn’t see features besides their eyes. I continued to squirm, and the man suddenly dropped me. I continued to make muffled cries and looked at them pleadingly. The man looked at me and then crouched to touch my face. “Boss, are we going to kill her? That’s a shame. Oh, you should have some fun with her first, then we can—”