Booktok Masks Novels & Stories

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

“Mm. I went to the bookstore and spent a few hundred dollars buying a set of books for middle schoolers. “The hyper-realistic mask you gave me is so useful, Mr. Longbottom. Serenity didn’t recognize me.” Carrie’s drowsiness went away. She opened her eyes and said, “I even deliberately stood before her, yet she still didn’t know it was me.” “Of course. That hyper-realistic mask can fool anyone. It’s not easy to achieve that effect. Since she didn’t recognize you, you can be more confident. Don’t be scared. The bodyguards said you curled up the moment you saw Mr. York’s car.

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

“No, that water’s too good for her. Use the toilet.” I squirmed and struggled in a desperate bid to free myself from the firm hold I’d been placed under. When it seemed I’d be able to turn the tables, the first girl got to my other side to lend her aid in keeping me pressed down. I screamed and kicked wildly, but it made no difference. The girl got the handkerchief into the toilet’s bowl before exiting the stall to stand before me. She shoved it into my face, scrubbing harshly in an attempt to rid me of the mask my mother had helped me put on. Each time the handkerchief went dry, she made another trip into the stall to replenish its stores. My neck…arms…back…the girl did a thorough cleanup,

A soft gasp escaped her when I pulled out, leaving her red, puffy hole gaping and silently begging to be filled again. We laid down together, with her head laying on my chest, as she idly tracing against my skin. “I love your mask, by the way,” Karyna whispered as she trailed her fingers over the object. “I’ve always had fantasies about fucking someone with a mask on,” “Oh, is that so?” I rumbled, getting aroused again. “Yea,” she sighed. “Especially this ghost mask. I’ve seen a lot of guys wear it on TikTok, and I find it very hot. It’s really sexy,”

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He reached out and tried to grab me by the hair. I tilted my head to dodge and tried to keep my breathing steady as I rang the small bell in front of me. The patient lying in the bed exhaled a slow breath. Thankfully, we were pretty much done with this session. If Luke had interrupted us earlier, the patient might have been startled. "Have you also lost your mind, Luke Spencer?" I demanded after putting on soundproof headphones on the patient again. Luke glanced at the patient disdainfully before reaching out to grab me again. This time, he succeeded as I was preoccupied with making sure that my patient's breathing was steady.