Booktok Mask Novels & Stories

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

“Go on.” She changed into the robe, tying the belt loosely around her waist, her hair falling around her shoulders, and stepped out to find Theo already waiting, dressed in his robe. “Ready?” She nodded, pulling her robe tighter. They started with a foot soak, the warm water easing the weight and tension in her legs. Olivia leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe. “Better?” Theo’s voice was quiet. She didn't open her eyes. “Yeah,” she admitted.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Jason pulled one from the shelf and flipped it open to detailed illustrations that made his stomach turn. Knots. Heat triggers. The ways scent could override will. The way mating bites burned through every chemical barrier. This is what they expect from me tomorrow. This is what I'm supposed to want. One illustration showed an alpha's bite mark on an omega's neck, dark and permanent. The text described how the bite would bond them forever, how it would make the omega's body respond whether they wanted it to or not. Jason slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf.

I turned my head slowly to the direction of the voice, my heart beating so loudly I swore everyone could hear it. And then he stepped forward. A man. No. Not just a man. A beast of a man. He was huge, broad shoulders, long legs, and an aura so powerful that even the most arrogant nobles seemed to shrink under it. But the weirdest part of him was the mask he was wearing. A heavy thing that covered most of his face, hiding it completely. His clothes were expensive, his posture was confident, but there was something strange about him. Something dangerous. Also, the way he smelled.

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

He wore the same calm expression everyone had seen him with for years— the same handsome, almost too-perfect face that made people trust him, fear him, admire him. But that face… Wasn’t his. He sighed, annoyed, as he loosened the buttons of his shirt. “I swear… this thing gets more uncomfortable every year.” He reached into a drawer, pulled out a small metal tool, and placed it beside the lamp. Then he lifted both hands to his face. His fingers pressed against his cheeks— and the skin shifted. Not bleeding. Not tearing. Just… loosening. Because it wasn’t skin. It was a mask. A perfectly engineered layer of artificial human flesh—smooth, flexible, customized to look natural.