Novel & Cerita Beyond The Mask Book

Its face was covered by a featureless white mask. No eyes. No mouth. Only one sentence written across the mask in black ink. STORY DENIED. The room fell completely silent. The masked figure slowly raised one hand. Every blank page inside the First Study ignited with pale blue fire. The White Book screamed. Not with words. With every forgotten story it had ever protected. The masked figure finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a library closing forever. "Return the Final Reader..." "...or every unwritten world will be erased." The boy quietly stepped in front of Adrian.

Jason slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf. How much longer can my mask hold? How is it possible for me to avoid this? The questions circled in his mind as he left the library. He needed air, needed space to think. The greenhouse corridors were usually quiet, peaceful even. Maybe he could find some calm there. But when Jason entered the greenhouse, the air felt wrong. Too still. Too humid. The plants seemed to press in around him, invasive and overwhelming. Their scents mixed together in a way that made his head spin.

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

He said then took a photo out and gave it to me It was a book and what looked like a family emblem and a ring. Wait it looks familiar. Isn't this my family's emblem? "What is this? Why is my family's emblem here?" I asked him "As you know your family is really famous and powerful but with power comes with great responsibility. A few years ago that book, ring, and emblem went missing and recent reports say that it's somewhere around that school but the problem is that the school itself is a neutral zone. We can't be sending troops directly which is why we have to send you" he told me with a serious look in his eyes

He asked. "I want to resume work at White-Angel Inc." "Okay..." His voice trailed. "And how do you intend to do that?" He asked. "Except you have had plastic surgery or intent to wear a mask, I fail to see how that is possible." He added. I chuckled. "You won't believe it but I have had my face reconstructed," I said. "What?! How and why?" "Well, it was not by choice. I was in an accident that left my face disfigured and I had to get my face reconstructed. That was why I had disappeared for all those weeks. I was in a coma." I explained the to him.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

“Maybe you crossed paths again later and just didn’t recognize each other. You were both wearing masks, after all.” “Maybe,” Olivia said with a small shrug. “For a long time I hoped he’d show up. Then… I just accepted that some people come into your life to live one page with you—not a whole chapter.” The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was the kind of pause where each of them processed things at her own pace. Then Ísis gave a soft smile. “Now I get why you never got rid of that mask,” she said warmly. “It’s not just a costume… it’s a keepsake. Like a bookmark holding the exact spot in a story you lived—even if it only lasted a little while.”

They were battered, broken, and hunted by the most powerful man in the world. But as Saoirse raised her hand and summoned a small flame to warm them—a flame that was now mirrored by a tiny spark in Tristan’s hand—she knew one thing. The game of masks was over. The war of fire had begun. End of Chapter 13