Billy Butcherson Mask Novels & Stories

He was seated at the far top edge of the room in the back, and she felt an uneasy chill ran down her spine when she noticed he was wearing a mask over his face. He was the only person wearing a mask, and apart from her, Brielle could see the looks of confusion and amazement from everyone in the room as they all wondered who this person was. She didn’t know why she was like this, but then she felt she knew who this person was. "We've found a buyer. The lady, tonight's most coveted bid, goes to Mr. Masked Man for a hefty sum of 50,000 dollars." The crowd booed the loudest it had ever booed since the event began, and just as that announcement was made, Brielle noticed the strange man stand up f

One of them was dubbed the king of Burlington while the other was titled as its prince. “Don’t worry, we have masks too,” Anthony said, seeming to guess what Charmine was thinking about. He took out two more masks and handed one to Chris. Chris took it with a big smile and quickly put it on. Already adorable as he was, the mask made him look even more endearing. Still, something seemed off to Charmine... Something was not quite right. These three masks—Mommy Pig, Daddy Pig, and Peppa Pig—were clearly a family set of masks. Moreover, it seemed like it was bought beforehand!

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

Some attendants with Plague Doctor costumes walked between the crowd and shared popcorn and a drink in a plastic cup. "I am okay, thanks" Willow muttered when they offered her. Piper and Hazel collected but Billy refused, claiming that he was on a diet. "I believe, the puzzles that you solved were fun?" He asked. "Yeah!!" The crowd echoed as he laughed in a deep baritone voice that seemed like what would command respect. (If only he would take off that stupid mask of his, let me get a glimpse of that face behind this evil voice) she murmured and kept listening to him with keen interest.

The man turned out to be the fatso, Billy. Billy turned and met Felix's eyes. "Tsk! Not bad, kid. How did you get the Shadow Mask? It's no wonder you didn't want to owe me a favor." Felix was doubtful. He was using the Shadow Mask, but Billy could see through it. How powerful was this guy? Or was it because of the seating arrangement? After all, Billy gave the ticket, so it was possible that he recognized Felix from the seat arrangements. When Billy saw that Felix wasn't replying, he smiled faintly.

Why wasn’t he reacting? “You’re pretending to be me, and you’re asking who I am?” Alex raised his leg, kicking Spark and sending him somersaulting through the air. His body hit the bedside table and blood flowed freely from his forehead. Beatrice struggled to get up. When she caught sight of another Mask, her mind was even more jumbled. “You… are you the real Brother Mask?” Alex’s brows furrowed, and he nodded. He didn’t want her to know that he was Mask.