Novel & Cerita Booktok Mask

“It was a helmet, not just a mask. Where is the rest of it?” “Huh?” She’s looking at me now, a strand of hair falling loose from the messy bun I watched her wind and tie back half an hour ago, imagining the curve of her spine and the indent between her shoulders, the same places I kissed– “Aris?” “What?” “Are you listening? This mask is supposed to be connected to a head guard–it’s a helmet. That’s why it won’t fit over your face and why it’s so heavy.” “Well, shit.”

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

Meanwhile hunger hums in my belly at the taste of toast on my fingers. I turn to the table, searching through the bags for the thing I bought. “Here it is.” I pull out the veiled mask I got from the market place. It has a string on only the top part where you tie it behind your head and the lower part is loose, making it free enough for her to eat without obstruction. “What’s that?” “It’s a mask. It should be freer than the one you have on.” “Oh okay.” Ra takes it from me and goes into the bathroom to change into it. When she returns, it looks even more dazzling than I thought it would. “You’re right, this feels better.” She says. “How does it look?”

This mask isn’t just fashionable, it was designed by Black Eagle and must be handled delicately. Unlike any of the other masks mine has been outfitted with a transmitter, as well as a small computer system designed to send information through nearly invisible lenses. It's so specialized that I know Katelyn Rose had to have crafted it, even though it was “Ms Smith” who handed it to me.

I look out the window, and large gates block our path, but after the men traveling with me exchange a few words with the guards, they allow us to pass. “You’ll need this, miss.” One of the men informs me, handing me a beautiful mask that covers most of my face. “What is this for?” I ask with a frown, momentarily saddened to think that bonbon doesn’t want people to know we’re a couple. I'm almost about to ask them to turn around and take me back. “It’s for security, miss.” Not entirely convinced by his words, I take it and fasten it behind my head.

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

The man with a mask over his face. *

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

Pockmark Mask now. ***