Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

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.

"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

“You got all smug telling us you’d outsmart us.” “Daddy!” “You said it.” I narrowed my eyes. “I might regret this.” Marcus laughed. “Too late.” After breakfast they both disappeared upstairs. When they came back down, I nearly died laughing. Masks. Like the dark romance book kind. The ones all the women online are obsessed over. They were just enough over the top. Enough to make me blush. Enough to make my stomach flip. Enough to make me realize they had absolutely committed to this insanity. Marcus spread his arms.

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.

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