Booktok Mask Novels & Stories

Chapter 14 FACE MASK! That was Alexa’s solution to hiding her lips from Aslan. Thank God she had brought boxes of masks from Manila to Escobar. She used them in the hospital, so she had plenty on hand. And now, she used her weapon against the rapist, Aslan. She faced him confidently wearing her pink hospital mask. Disgusting. He was her mother’s lover, and now he had kissed her. Aslan was revolting. And what was this?

I need to find Mamba's mask. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jacob didn't say anything. He just opened the car's door for me. "Hi." I said and tip my toes to reach his cheek. "Get inside." He said when I stared at him. I took a deep breath and did what he said. I looked at the backseat and searched for the mask but I saw nothing. I fastened my seatbelt as he walked back to the driver's seat. Good thing he's using the ferrari. His eyebrows were almost one when he got on his seat.

Brett said before he smiled and winked at the girls from afar. Adam snorted. He’s ashamed to see Brett flirting around female humans as soon as he got discharged from hospital. ‘I guess he is indeed feeling okay,’ Adam concluded. “Stop flirting with anyone. It will get us more attention,” Adam commented. “Speaking of attention,” Brett murmured, as he put down his glass and stared at Adam from head to toe. “Why are you wearing a Bauta mask?” A bauta mask is mask the cover the full face. It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

she grabbed that glass bowl in which she had prepared that homemade mask on her own. “It’s NSHMFM,” she told him. His brows knitted. “And what kind of virus is this?” he asked her, making Nina frown. “Shut up. It's not a virus. It is Nina special home made facial mask for healthy, glowing and soft skin,” she told him, smiling at that bowl in her hand. “It is my beauty secret,” she uttered, deepening his frown. Lifting his hand, he wiped some mask away from her cheek.

However, the mask was not that ordinary. "This!" The girls and boys gawked. Of course, there are boys also. They didn't just talk. Because they liked him too! "All of the boys here are gays!" That was his thought when he came here. His mask was made simple but very high class! "Rich!!" The girls and the boys including the teacher called. "Haneng Exclusive Mask!" That mask came from his mall. The best mall in Korea! To be continued...

There is no need to wear a bra, which is much more comfortable, and I already put my panties and stockings on whilst in the bathroom. When I’m fully secure in the dress, she tucks the laces into a hidden panel, so that they are out of sight and not in the way. Lastly, I step into my shoes and I’m almost ready to go. Now dressed I sit back at my dresser and Trish brings over my mask. It’s a gold half face design that covers the top half of my face, but leaves my lower jaw and mouth exposed. It continues over my head, to the middle of the back of my skull meeting my hair beneath. It’s been moulded to fit me exactly, so it just sits with no need to strap it on.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

In the end, I chose to start from scratch and work behind the scenes instead, because the hardest part of modeling was that I couldn't eat much, and I couldn't stand that. After I had money, I founded a company and became my own boss. From that point on, I spent what I earned to make up for everything I'd been denied. I bought expensive skincare, expensive clothes, and I didn't hold back when it came to food, drinks, or going out. After I paid in full for a house and a car and opened a store while I was still young, I stopped caring about looking polished. I dressed however I wanted, and I leaned into a casual, messy style.

He reached out and tried to grab me by the hair. I tilted my head to dodge and tried to keep my breathing steady as I rang the small bell in front of me. The patient lying in the bed exhaled a slow breath. Thankfully, we were pretty much done with this session. If Luke had interrupted us earlier, the patient might have been startled. "Have you also lost your mind, Luke Spencer?" I demanded after putting on soundproof headphones on the patient again. Luke glanced at the patient disdainfully before reaching out to grab me again. This time, he succeeded as I was preoccupied with making sure that my patient's breathing was steady.