Booktok Mask Novels & Stories

It was an all-night mask party, the perfect event for a girl drunk in love… lust… whatever! I parked in the driveway and changed quickly into a befitting outfit, one that would conceal my identity, and pulled a barocco mask over my face. I had the designer create a mouth hole in it. It was perfect! My lips pulled out seductively through the mouth hole on the mask, and I spread a luminous, intense red lipstick on them, accentuating their plumpness. The perfect fit for capturing Zeeb’s lips. Now I was no rookie to this shit. I have done a lot of these deals for Alpha Eugene on his women. I was certain that this would be a piece of cake. After tonight, Zeeb would never leave my side.

“Nope. Didn’t you check our mail?” I stared at the abomination in his hand like it had personally insulted my ancestors. “Well, lucky for you, I came prepared.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” I turned, dramatically. “Bob! Masks!” Right on cue, Bob strutted over like he’d just stepped off a runway in Milan instead of... wherever we were. He handed me a box like it contained the crown jewels. Inside: sleek, custom-designed masks that said we RSVP'd with style.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

Luca got us outfits, along with some sort of face masks to conceal our identity, which is an extremely brilliant move. My outfit consisted of black doll-like boots with a short corset dress that complimented my body so much, making me look like a bratz’s doll. Meanwhile, Luca was dressed in leather, it’s the first time I’d be seeing him in something like this, and it made my stomach curl with Lust as I looked him up and down. The mask I had on had bunny ears, concealing the top part of my face, and when Luca stood behind me, with his mask still in his hand, it gave me the perfect image of what I’ve been trying to picture since I saw it online.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

The mask was almost transparent, only that there was some sort of black luminescence about it, that increased its beauty and of course mystery. “You want me to wear the mask to school everyday?” I couldn’t help but ask, as I finally got the trousers to my waist and buckled it straight. Next on the list. The crop top. Should probably knock off the belly effect with a jacket. “Well, you will almost not feel its presence. I made it specially for you. It’s made of magic.” I furrowed my eyebrows, then knowing that she wouldn’t see my expression since my face was surrounded by the crop top, which was trying to pass through my head to my upper body, I decided to speak out.

Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre. "What's in the tea?" Andre asked, holding his hand on a suspended level. "It didn't kill you the first time, you think it will now?" Macklemore teased. "I mean, is it like a truth syrup or some kind of therapeutic stuff?" Andre finally has a sip. "The tea is to help you relax, other than that, it does nothing else. Everything you see when you enter your subconscious is a manifestation of the residual files in your brain, just as our mobile applications contain residual files and cached all piled in the junk folder."

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

"It's so strong, I can feel the effect," I nod at her. "Yes, it is. It's really effective." She brings back her head in. "How do I do it?" I took the brown paper bag from her. There's a packet of face masks close by so I take it out and hand one over to her. "Put it on. I want to open the bottle. It's going to be toxic," She takes the glove from the tip of my finger and slips it on. The cork of the tiny bottle opens with a pop and black smoke pours out of it before disappearing into the thin air.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.