Booktok Mask Novels & Stories

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.

she told me, very matter-of-factly. The other issue I kept bringing up was about the mask. To her credit, she had managed to find one that was relatively lightweight but fit snuggly and did a pretty good job of rendering me unrecognizable. It was a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one from the movie 'V for Vendetta', all white with a big smile, curly mustache and thin goatee. My concern was less about them recognizing me through the mask and more about how to explain why I was wearing a mask at all. I hadn't spent a lot of time around male strippers, but I was pretty sure that they didn't normally wear masks. To address this, Rachel had come up with a pretty elaborate backstory.

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

His anger shifted into pure confusion. “A face mask?” “Yeah.” Ethan scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish. “I borrowed one from Manning.” “I’m not asking where you got it.” Aaron felt a vein throb in his temple. “I’m asking why you’re wearing a face mask at the precinct.” “It’s lunch break, Cap,” Ethan replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve got a date tonight. Gotta look my best.” He stepped closer, looking at Aaron with genuine concern. “You want one? It’s activated charcoal. Detoxes the skin, brightens the complexion. It’s great stuff. Honestly, Cap... you’ve been looking a little haggard lately.”

In two weeks, Casino Confessions arrived. Powerful alphas and leaders from every part of the world attended it, as it was not something one could miss. Missing that was equivalent to missing opportunities. Among the many people who arrived in expensive cars was a slim figure with a dark blue suit, curly black hair, and black shades covering his eyes. He also wore a facemask, making it difficult for the onlookers to know who was behind that mask and goggles. Kiara's book was successfully published, but Alpha Maseno decided it would be launched this very day when the casino would be happening because the doctor suggested that Kiara may come out of her coma the very same day.

It was simple, but it fit her perfectly. “Are you sure about this, Alpha?” she whispered, adjusting his collar to cover the edge of the gauze. “It feels... dangerous. To be out in the open.” “We cannot hide,” Oreon murmured, looking at her reflection. “If we hide, the pack smells fear. If we hide, Abram wins.” He turned around. He reached onto his desk and picked up two objects. Masks. One was a black wolf, carved from ebony with accents of silver. The Alpha’s mask.

It would me impolite to stare and besides, her ass was not my business. "Here you go." She handed me a book and smiled at me. She adjusted her flat gown and checked out her white trainers for any stain. I nodded. "Anything else?" She asked. It was becoming really hard for me to breathe with the mask on. I lowered the mask, hanging it below my jaw, taking in a deep breathe. "Uh, historian books... but these would do for now." "Are you sure? You don't need me to fetch the books?" She asked.

(A bauta mask covers the full face, it got square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth) "What's wrong with my mask?" I asked. It looks cool. "You don't get the point Mr.Choi. In every masquerade party, a bauta mask is a no-no for handsome guys like us. You look like an ogre!" He even crossed his arms. "What about your mask? You are only wearing a half-mask. People can recognize you easily." "Of course! They must see my face. It could be a shame if I don't share my pretty face to everyone," he boasted. Sometimes, I really want to punch him hard.

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, Midnight fixed the mask on his face. Since it wasn't the first mask Ryder had made, it was the best one so far she had managed to create. Even though having a few flaws was inevitable, it still was pretty decent. The mask was a half one that covered only the upper half of Midnight's eyes. It resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of Midnight's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sig

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab