Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

Angrily, I kept the phone back on the table and forced myself to work. I worked for a few hours before I stood up from the seat, walked over to my closet, picked up a simple outfit and a mask and kept them on the bed. I took a quick bath, put on my clothes and left the room. I took out a car from the garage and drove out. In a few minutes, I was parked at the club, I put on my mask and got out of the car. ''Greeting DOM Tim.'' the security man at the door greeted me as I walked in, while I just nodded my head.

It's yours now. He dropped the note on the bed and took the mask. The material was very light and silky on the inner layer, making it tolerant for him and would cover his whole face. Wouldn't show how hideous he was. He hadn't thought of what to wear. It was a masquerade party with rich moguls and bigwigs with celebrities showing up too. Arc wondered if it'd be like the books he read. He doubted it.

Rebecca scoffed, the universe must really suck. Clenching her fist together, she forced a smile on her face before making her way towards the table. If she was in front of an enemy, she might as well find out exactly what was happening. “Hey girlfriend” a huge grin appeared on Melisa’s face as Rebecca walked to the table, “I am glad you could make it”

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.

A book room here was almost as large as a standard library. But this time, the genius of Ethelbert's guess was wrong. When Ethelbert found Coronis, she didn't appear with the jubilant excitement she had just now. In contrast, Ethelbert discovered for the first time that Coronis turned out to be equally serious and attentive when reading. Coronis held a thick leather-bound book in his hand, which looked so old that the braille on the cover was no longer visible. She stood in the middle of a long line of tall bookshelves, calmly and intently reading the book in her hand. Coronis has entered her world.

Inside, nestled on a velvet cushion, lay the Mask of Fortuna. My breath hitched in my throat as I gazed upon it. The mask was an eerie thing of beauty, crafted from polished obsidian that gleamed under the dim light, its surface sleek and reflective. It was as if it had been pulled straight from the depths of some ancient world. Crimson rubies and emerald sapphires adorned it, set delicately in gold filigree, their fiery hues sparkling as I leaned closer. The intricate Roman symbols etched along its edges seemed to pulse with some forgotten power—laurel wreaths and the ever-turning wheel of Fortuna, as if the mask itself held the whims of fate in its design.

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She pretended not to know. How was it possible? How could Amanda see through her? Amanda thoughtfully touched her chin. "Because I make these kinds of human skin masks myself. The person who made your mask isn't very skilled. I'm guessing you've been wearing that mask for many days. Do you know what the consequences will be? You'll get pimples all over your face. This glue is very irritating to the skin. It can perfectly fuse with the face, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake. But if you wear it for too long, there will be inflammation under the skin, and toxins can't be discharged, so pimples will appear on your face. These pimples aren't ordinary pimples; each one will be v

“Even if the footage leaks.” “Even if I upload it deliberately.” I smile behind the mask as I slip it on. “Three anonymous bodies. No faces. Just... content.” Tyler’s eyes darken. “That’s actually hot.” “I know.” I adjust the mask, check my reflection in the laptop camera. The black lace covers from my forehead to my cheekbones, leaving only my lips and jaw exposed. Mysterious. Seductive. Unidentifiable. “Your turn. Ski masks are in the closet. Top shelf.”

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?"