Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

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.

Jason slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf. How much longer can my mask hold? How is it possible for me to avoid this? The questions circled in his mind as he left the library. He needed air, needed space to think. The greenhouse corridors were usually quiet, peaceful even. Maybe he could find some calm there. But when Jason entered the greenhouse, the air felt wrong. Too still. Too humid. The plants seemed to press in around him, invasive and overwhelming. Their scents mixed together in a way that made his head spin.

"Every movement needs a name." Aria looked at the women. Some were crying. Some were laughing. All of them were seen. "They already have one," Aria said. She pointed to a group of girls in the front row. They were holding up signs. WE ARE THE MASKED WOMEN. "The Masked Women," Noah repeated. "I like it. Sounds like a superhero team." "We are," Aria said. She leaned her head on his shoulder. The book was a bestseller. The fortress was secure.

Nora stopped and hit the wall. “You're right,” Alvin replied. “We should go to a hotel, then. Fortunately, I have my debit card in my pocket.“ Nora nodded her reply, her gaze looking uncertain and anxious. “We still have the problem of your face, though. I'm sure as hell not going to allow you to do what you suggested some minutes ago.“ “Damn!“ Alvin cursed. “Is there a way I can get a mask here?“ Nora stared at him like she was thinking about something. She opened her bag and shuffled round the corners before bringing out a tiny doctor's nose mask—big enough to cover from his nose to chin.

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.

“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.

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.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.