Black Swan Mask Novels & Stories

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

I looked damn sexy, challenging, and nonchalant in the lingerie I was wearing and this time, I fucking loved it. I took a particular mask that caught my attention. It was a black and white mask with little stones on it. It covered my entire face, not revealing even an inch and that made it the perfect choice. Although to completely hide my identity, I hid my hair in a short black wig. It reached down to my shoulders and no one could recognize me like this. I couldn't even recognize myself.

Zanele Okafor "Your bloodline looks like it was drawn by the Moon Goddess herself, Supreme Alpha King," the server whispers, bowing low as Idris Blackthorne walks past. I bite my lip hard under my mouth cloth. The last time I stood in front of Idris, my face was covered in that thick magic mask with all the brown fake spots. Right now, my real face is completely hidden under these thick sun-glasses, my heavy head-wrap, and my cloth mask. There is no way his silver wolf eyes can see through all this cloth, right?

Freya grins. I lean down and pick up one of the masks, it's from The Purge movie. I toss it to the side, it's probably not the best one to wear in this situation. I take a balaclava that has a skull printed on it and hand it to Axel. He pulls in over his head and I almost swoon. The mask covers most of his face apart from his eyes, which look even more piercing in the mask, and damn if he doesn't look dangerous and sexy as hell. “Perfect, just some black paint around his eyes and he will look so badass, and completely unrecognisable,” Freya beams.

I carefully read through the terms and conditions, took a deep breath, and scribbled my name at the bottom, handing it back to her without a second thought. Barbara fixed her gaze on me, a spark of excitement in her eyes, and declared, "Alright, get ready for the photoshoot." She gestured towards her camera and the array of video recording equipment, giving me a rush of adrenaline. Then, she handed me a sleek black mask, its silver glossy markings shimmering under the studio lights. It was designed to cover just my forehead and the area below my eyes—striking and mysterious. I slipped the mask on, feeling an exhilarating mix of anonymity and anticipation. She studied me for a moment, a smirk

A mask over a mask. "You're not Evangeline," I breathed. The woman laughed. It wasn't a laugh. It was a wet, rattling sound in her throat. She reached up and grabbed the edge of the swan mask. She didn't just take off the mask. She peeled it. The white silk and feathers came away, revealing a face that was a roadmap of scar tissue. Burned skin, red and angry, stretched tight over a skull that shouldn't have been upright. One eye was a clouded milky orb. The other was a sharp, piercing blue.

“What the fuck is that?” “What?” Brows knitted together, he looked down at his attire. He was in an all-black high-waisted pants and a see-through long-sleeve top with a very large bow cinched on the collar. He matched this with black leather shoes and a huge teardrop earring dangling from his left ear. “Didn’t you get the memo that this was a masquerade ball?” he raised a gold mask, a naughty smirk on his lips.

In the darkness, a tall figure did not move too fast as he simply raised his feet and moved forward. The man was dressed in black. He was tall and upright, and he was wearing a hideous fang mask on his face with a black retro and complicated pattern, vaguely giving it a Shura-like aura. The mask covered most of the man’s face, only exposing his tough jawline and his Adam’s apple. The wind around the wilderness blew stronger as he approached, and the cold air gushed against the people’s back! Heath broke into cold sweat. His knees went weak, and he almost fell to his knees at the sight of the mask worn on the man’s face!

He doesn’t flinch away from the hot, chamomile scented water. “I’m sorry,” I rush out, fisting a handful of napkins and thrusting them in his direction, but he grabs my wrist before I touch him. Tattoos stretch from his wrists to his fingers. Stars, I realize. A map of the heavens. Constellations and planets in faded black ink. I look up into his face, but he’s… wearing a mask. It’s a black mask that covers all but his mouth and the outline of his sharp jaw. His eyes shine behind the fabric, but it’s otherwise… simple, yet jarring.