Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

In the end, I chose to start from scratch and work behind the scenes instead, because the hardest part of modeling was that I couldn't eat much, and I couldn't stand that. After I had money, I founded a company and became my own boss. From that point on, I spent what I earned to make up for everything I'd been denied. I bought expensive skincare, expensive clothes, and I didn't hold back when it came to food, drinks, or going out. After I paid in full for a house and a car and opened a store while I was still young, I stopped caring about looking polished. I dressed however I wanted, and I leaned into a casual, messy style.

It was simple, but it fit her perfectly. “Are you sure about this, Alpha?” she whispered, adjusting his collar to cover the edge of the gauze. “It feels... dangerous. To be out in the open.” “We cannot hide,” Oreon murmured, looking at her reflection. “If we hide, the pack smells fear. If we hide, Abram wins.” He turned around. He reached onto his desk and picked up two objects. Masks. One was a black wolf, carved from ebony with accents of silver. The Alpha’s mask.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

However, unlike those worn by other supernatural creatures, these masks were covered in writing and symbols instead of blood. They also had no obvious features whatsoever. Lea turned a few of them over, then looked at me in question. The words written across the bottom of each mask were in English. I tried reading them as best as I could with my limited English knowledge, but I was only able to make out a few words. They're from Norse mythology and history books, I translated for her. Lea's eyes widened. "These are the ones that they've been looking for," she whispered. "They found them in one of those old bookcases when they searched through the apartment building and the basement, just bef

"It's so strong, I can feel the effect," I nod at her. "Yes, it is. It's really effective." She brings back her head in. "How do I do it?" I took the brown paper bag from her. There's a packet of face masks close by so I take it out and hand one over to her. "Put it on. I want to open the bottle. It's going to be toxic," She takes the glove from the tip of my finger and slips it on. The cork of the tiny bottle opens with a pop and black smoke pours out of it before disappearing into the thin air.

It would me impolite to stare and besides, her ass was not my business. "Here you go." She handed me a book and smiled at me. She adjusted her flat gown and checked out her white trainers for any stain. I nodded. "Anything else?" She asked. It was becoming really hard for me to breathe with the mask on. I lowered the mask, hanging it below my jaw, taking in a deep breathe. "Uh, historian books... but these would do for now." "Are you sure? You don't need me to fetch the books?" She asked.

His anger shifted into pure confusion. “A face mask?” “Yeah.” Ethan scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish. “I borrowed one from Manning.” “I’m not asking where you got it.” Aaron felt a vein throb in his temple. “I’m asking why you’re wearing a face mask at the precinct.” “It’s lunch break, Cap,” Ethan replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve got a date tonight. Gotta look my best.” He stepped closer, looking at Aaron with genuine concern. “You want one? It’s activated charcoal. Detoxes the skin, brightens the complexion. It’s great stuff. Honestly, Cap... you’ve been looking a little haggard lately.”

In the end, he could only use the Mystic Armor to resist it by force. Borrowing the momentum, his speed increased by several points. The mask man behind him watched him with cold eyes. Never did he expect that Alex would have such a strong desire to live. Moreover, his ability to resist the blows was beyond his expectation as well. The masked man was also chasing after him desperately while shouting, “Alex Rockefeller, stop and give me the Holy Book right now, and I won’t trouble you any longer! But, if you’re still stubborn, then don’t blame me for not holding back anymore! When I catch you later, I will not just kill you and that woman in your arms, but I’ll also go back and kill your moth