Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

“Mm. I went to the bookstore and spent a few hundred dollars buying a set of books for middle schoolers. “The hyper-realistic mask you gave me is so useful, Mr. Longbottom. Serenity didn’t recognize me.” Carrie’s drowsiness went away. She opened her eyes and said, “I even deliberately stood before her, yet she still didn’t know it was me.” “Of course. That hyper-realistic mask can fool anyone. It’s not easy to achieve that effect. Since she didn’t recognize you, you can be more confident. Don’t be scared. The bodyguards said you curled up the moment you saw Mr. York’s car.

"It's all Uncle Atherton's fault! He knew that the ugly uncle was Big Demon, but he deliberately incited us to fool him..." Ollie pressed his lips and then suggested, "How about we pretend not to know the truth and still treat the ugly uncle as Mommy’s cousin?" Miles flicked the suspenders of his jeans and then nodded. He was about to say something when a noise of a cracked stick sounded in the garden. Ollie and Miles looked at each other and then walked to the path. A man stood straight against the light, with one hand in his pocket. A silver mask was on his face, hiding the horrific birthmark.

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.

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

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."

Izzy's voice finally breaks through the laughter. "He literally can't say no to you. Just make sure you wear the mask, it's his favorite part of your outfits." She isn't saying what else the masks is there to do. Make sure the boss doesn't see my face. He can't connect the dots, can't figure out who I really am.

She felt her body rocking on the bed as he pounded into her again… In her ecstasy, in the thrashing of her head, she didn't notice his mask slipping until it was too late. As her vision cleared and she focused on his face, the mask slipped completely off his head, revealing features she knew all too well. Time seemed to stop. The world narrowed to this single impossible moment. Grayson. Her boss. Grayson Taylor was Sir.

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

Whatever the feelings were, it was intertwined in his soul. “Do I look that bad?” She whispers. Without a word, he lifted a mask from a nearby tray as though that was his answer. It was crafted of silver and shaped like intertwining vines with faint crystals set along the edges. He held it before her and muttered in what felt like a strange voice. “For the evening,” he said quietly. Bella inclined her head and allowed him to secure it telling herself not to put too much in his voice. His fingers brushed lightly against her temples, careful this time as he wore the mask over her face concealing it

Unlike me. Reaching behind my head I pull on the black velvet string tied at the back and let my mask fall to my lap. “I’m sorry, I was heading out when a few of my fans spotted me. They freaking chased me all over the place, even as I was interviewing with Radio Splash FM.” “Shit, are you okay, did they see your face?” “I’m fine, I was able to hide both times before they could catch me.” I say to reassure him and shut my eyes.