Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

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.

I said questioningly as I reached out to take it from his hand. The white mask that would shield the areas around my eyes was decorated with small flowery patterns and golden embroidery looked like something straight out of a fantasy masquerade. “Wear it. You might find it liberating when no one can tell who you are,” he said before showing me a devilish smirk. “What about you?” I asked after putting the mask on my face. “Why would the king need to wear a mask in his own realm?” he replied cockily. “I guess you do have a point,” I said before letting out a giggle.

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

Pockmark Mask now. ***

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?"

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

Brett said before he smiled and winked at the girls from afar. Adam snorted. He’s ashamed to see Brett flirting around female humans as soon as he got discharged from hospital. ‘I guess he is indeed feeling okay,’ Adam concluded. “Stop flirting with anyone. It will get us more attention,” Adam commented. “Speaking of attention,” Brett murmured, as he put down his glass and stared at Adam from head to toe. “Why are you wearing a Bauta mask?” A bauta mask is mask the cover the full face. It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth.

The mask was almost transparent, only that there was some sort of black luminescence about it, that increased its beauty and of course mystery. “You want me to wear the mask to school everyday?” I couldn’t help but ask, as I finally got the trousers to my waist and buckled it straight. Next on the list. The crop top. Should probably knock off the belly effect with a jacket. “Well, you will almost not feel its presence. I made it specially for you. It’s made of magic.” I furrowed my eyebrows, then knowing that she wouldn’t see my expression since my face was surrounded by the crop top, which was trying to pass through my head to my upper body, I decided to speak out.