Novel & Cerita Confessions Of A Mask Pdf

She hands me her phone and shakes her leg up and down nervously as I read his post out loud. I don’t have a glass shoe, so I’ll try it that way. We chose to stay anonymous, but I want to break our pact. There is no way I’m letting the woman of my dreams escape like that. I laugh. “Oh, how utterly dramatic.” Nina nods, agreeing with me. “But it goes on.” I know you feel the same, so text me. If you can describe your mask, my mask, and the little souvenirs we exchanged, I’ll know that it is really you.

I'd betrayed all I stood and believed for. And yet, to continue hating him was something I couldn't do. Of everything, this was the toughest truth to accept. The hospital room was my sanctuary and my prison. I didn't tell a single soul how I felt. Doctors came and went, their faces kind but distant. Garrett's men lingered outside, their presence a constant reminder of the world I was now part of. But I kept it all deeply buried, where no one could see. Every time Garrett came to visit, I'd put on a mask. I smiled, reassured him that I was fine, just needed time to recover. But inside, I was drowning.

I watched his back, forcing back the tears in my eyes. I wanted to let him live the rest of his life in endless regret and pain. …… When I came out, I ran into James, who had just been discharged from the hospital. He still had bandages wrapped around his forehead, and I smiled slightly upon seeing him. He looked at the document in my hand, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

I didn't wish for him to face me as his face would obviously break my heart, I just couldn't bring myself to imagine the mass of pain that'll be on his face. I swallowed, clenching my fist, “Babe, you must understand. I'm not being-”. He cut me off, “Selfish?". He wanted to chuckle or so I seemed but it only came out as a lame choke, his voice fell apart. “You're not being selfish, you're only NOT being selfless,”. I was unable to find my tongue. "I had really thought I was the one with the mask but I forgot you were the mask itself. Why would I trust something that's able to cover my imperfections? I was so dumb not to realize it meant it also had its own personal imperfections behind itsel

Putting on that mask meant more than just reviving a role; it meant giving up a part of me that I had kept hidden even from myself. I turned to Masato, who watched me with an overwhelming intensity. His eyes left no room for doubt; he was fully there, waiting for something only I could offer. "Bianca..." he whispered, but the name seemed out of place at the moment. It wasn’t Bianca he wanted, and we both knew it. I took a deep breath and put the mask on, feeling the soft material cover my skin. The transformation was immediate. My insecurities and fears began to fade, replaced by a confidence I thought I had lost.

The mr on mask ordered me. “I’m not going to keep quiet until you let me go!!!!!!,” I cried out. “Why do you think I will let you go?” He questioned me. “You will let me go because I’m innocent,” I voiced out as tears were still running out from my eyes.” “You aren’t innocent neither are you guilty,” He stated. “Who are you!!!!!!!,” I questioned him. He removed the mask and I was so shocked. YOU!!!!!!!!!! You came after me??????????

I start to say sarcastically but stop when in a fraction of a second he's standing inches in front of me, staring down at me with such seriousness it scares me. "Please, just tell me what you saw" he pleads his voice much softer now. I take a deep breath as I push him away and walk over to his bed, crossing my legs underneath me as I sit down, he follows suit and sits down next to me. After another deep breath I tell him all about it, how I felt, what the guy looked like, the fact that I couldn't see his eyes because of how his mask hid them, how he had walked slowly and creepily, how he hadn't even flinched when I threw the books at him in my room, how he'd smashed my head against my mirror

I wear a black dress and a gold mask that covers my eyes and half my face and I take a car there alone, which Marcus protests and which I do anyway, and I walk into the basement space at ten-thirty and the music is very loud and very good and the lighting is precisely the kind that makes everyone look like a better version of themselves. I accept champagne. I breathe. For thirty minutes, in the specific anonymity of a gold mask in a room full of people in masks, I am not Vivian Ashford. I am not the Forbes article or the Vanity Fair piece or the trending hashtag or the woman who was photographed crying in a parking structure or the woman who threw her phone in a pool or the woman who was in

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

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...