Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

I turn to the sales attendant, a hint of urgency in my voice. “Do you know if there are any shops around here where I could find a mask?” I ask, my eyes searching hers. She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Actually, we have a selection of masks right here in the store. I’ll be right back with some options for you.” I watch her disappear into a back room, my heart still fluttering from the thrill of finding the perfect dress. Moments later, she returns with a tray of masks, each one more intricate and stunning than the last.

The man with a mask over his face. *

"Masks on?" The masks went on—child-sized face masks that Dante had told the parents were for "air quality and seasonal allergies," which was technically true even if the primary purpose was disguising Rhysand's face. The other kids thought it was fun, like they were secret agents or superhero sidekicks. "Perfect," Dante said, starting to walk while keeping the central rope controlled. "Now, who wants to tell me about their day? What was the most interesting thing that happened?"

After that, the five of them unhappily moved to the rest area. Alvin, Jason, and Cassandra sat together as they sipped their wine. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with Rosalie on the other end. Cassandra was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right Mr. Janssen. Your family business has to do with cosmetics right?" "Have you heard of this viral face mask? The Artic Snow Mask?" she asked. "I heard that it's incredibly effective and a lot of my friends have recommended it to me!"

I asked, and he turned to glance briefly at me. “That won’t be a problem. We can just become like him,” he muttered, and I frowned, not sure what he meant. The door snapped open, and Lian walked in, carrying a heavy carton pressed against his chest. Everyone turned as he entered and dropped the box on the floor with a dull thud. He opened it and it was filled with numerous silicone masks. What the fuck! “Are we going to wear a silicone mask too?” someone asked, and I didn’t even bother to look up. I bent down and reached for one of the masks. It looked just like real human skin—so freakishly realistic it made my stomach twist.

Toby gritted his teeth as a glare slowly began to form in his face. "You are Busted." ~ ♡ ~ The air outside was cool, like most of Boston's climate. The chilly air hit my body as I looked to my right. Toby was just looking at me blankly as he held the bruised jaw with a napkin. "What's the catch?" He asked. "Anything you want." I said. The words really had been hard for me to say because I never imagined I would be in a position where I'd be practically bribing a guy to hide my secret.

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.

He told her and noticed how she was still staring at that Skull Emblem of that mask. “It’s my favorite mask, there are only five masks which was made for five of us, it will protect you when you go out of the packhouse, you know, you are unmated with alpha and he has not marked you, so there are chances they will think of you as the rogue but they will know you are one of us because now you have this mask.” He described to her and she nodded and put on the mask on her face and now only her eyes could be noticed.

Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre. "What's in the tea?" Andre asked, holding his hand on a suspended level. "It didn't kill you the first time, you think it will now?" Macklemore teased. "I mean, is it like a truth syrup or some kind of therapeutic stuff?" Andre finally has a sip. "The tea is to help you relax, other than that, it does nothing else. Everything you see when you enter your subconscious is a manifestation of the residual files in your brain, just as our mobile applications contain residual files and cached all piled in the junk folder."

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.