Beyond The Mask Book Novels & Stories

I moved closer, each step careful, deliberate. The doorbell didn’t ring. No knock. Just silence. But when I opened the door, the night air swept in cold and heavy. And there, on the mat, lay a small black box. My hands trembled as I picked it up and lifted the lid. Inside — my necklace. Clean. Untouched. And beneath it, a note written in the kind of handwriting that smiled while it warned: Masks aren’t meant to hide, Mariam. They’re meant to reveal.

That is an easy question, I got asked that many times while I was in highschool. Turning to face him, I smile, noticing the interest on his face. “No. I don't have siblings. Only child.” “Oh! It must have been really boring for you. I guess?” he says, taking a left turn. “I was too busy to feel lonely. I was choked up with books and school work.” leaving out the maltreatment I faced from Lyla, I think, is better. Although I don't have any negative feelings about Sebastian, my mom taught me to keep some personal information away from strangers.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

She bared her teeth and let out a deafening roar, hoping to intimidate the wolves. Just when all hope seemed lost, as Samantha and her children braced themselves for the inevitable attack, the ground shook beneath them as Alexander's massive form burst through the trees.

The journey had been difficult, but it had also been transformative, and Lena was now in control of her own destiny. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lena looked toward the future with anticipation and confidence. She had survived the darkness and was ready to embrace the light of a new beginning. The woman behind the mask had found her true self, and she was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead with grace and resolve.

“And don’t answer to anyone calling you away from the main room. If someone does, come find me immediately. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Emilia said slowly. “But—what’s going on, Mara? What’s this party really about?” Mara didn’t answer at first. Her gaze shifted, scanning the hallway. When she finally looked back, there was something tight in her jaw. “There are things you’re better off not knowing, Emilia. For now, just keep your head down.” With that, she handed Emilia a small box wrapped in black silk. “Your mask.” Inside was a sleek black mask, simple but elegant, with delicate satin ribbons and tiny silver stitching along the edge. Not as ornate as the others she'd seen guests preparing,

To the world, Kairo Anderson has it all. The fame, the sold out arenas, and a seemingly perfect relationship. But behind all of that is a truth he’s been hiding. His obsession with Zaire Lennox, a backup dancer who joins his tour completely unaware of the secrets Kairo is carrying, or how it could ruin them both. What started as a professional arrangement and a means to “just get close to him” becomes a blurry line that puts friendship, trust, and most of all, his hard earned career at stake. And now, Kairo has to confront the one thing he’s been shying away from, and that is the truth about what he really wants and what he’s willing to let go of. There’s just one problem with

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

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) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."