Ghost Face Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

he revealed just to confirm he wasn't having any side effects. "All face packs are," she replied coolly. His reputation would turn to mud if anyone saw him like this. But in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about it. Her fingertips running over his face felt too good to worry about something as insignificant as his male ego. He wouldn't mind her applying a face pack if that meant enjoying her gentle caresses. He didn't want to stop. But unfortunately, she did. She completed the session by putting two tea bags on his closed eyes. He reached up and groped the bags to see what she had put. After having his face green-masked, she turned towards the mirror to resume her makeup. A fe

After returning home, I followed my memory and rushed straight toward the room that belonged to my son, Andy. “Andy? Buddy? Andy, Daddy's home.” The household staff stared at me in shock. At first, I thought it was because of my face. So, I quickly pulled out a wrinkled mask and put it on. I didn't want to scare Andy when he saw me.

I mouthed, taking of the face mask “Oh my Gawd…..jeez Ax…….”He almost screamed, but I was swift to cover his mouth “Hey…quiet..you won’t want crazy fans coming here right” I scoff putting on the mask, he chuckled “Yea..yea..come on, let’s go to the VIP section….they got expensive dresses over there…and those crazy fans can’t come there. So you will be free to take off that ugly mask” He smirk “My mask isn’t ugly, I know thousand of girls will die to get a hold of it” I boasted

"Can I add some history, or do you want to just..." "Get to the point. Just write things that have to do with his contributions, "I murmur, starting to move my caresses up her ankle now. I lift up the pajama pants she's wearing and let my fingers travel lightly along the soft skin of her calf, "Midnight, I have something to tell you. There's an account on Twitter called Redboxinggloves and.... well, it started out as an account for information but now they just post gossip and hate towards me. The person who runs it is anonymous, but it's obviously someone who trains at Beast Maker because.... well, they know about you. And they took a couple of pictures of you." "What?" She asks, looking up

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Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

With the evidence secured, I was ready to call the Enforcer Pack—the werewolf version of the police. But before that, I decided to pay Becky a little visit. At that moment, she was livestreaming, shamelessly riding the popularity of the wedding fiasco to sell products. Her voice was as fake as her crocodile tears, oozing false regret while pushing overpriced skincare. Without a word, I marched in and yanked the power cord straight out of the wall.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

But none of her friends or colleagues was so childish they'd send a masked delivery guy dressed like a hitman just to scare her—unless… The thought was too unsettling, so she firmly pushed it to the back of her mind, licking her suddenly dry lips as she forced the words out of her parched throat, "who are you?" "My friend sent me," Ghostface replied, offering no other details. Camille didn't know what was more disturbing—the dead look in his glassy eyes or the fact that she couldn't see his lips move beneath the freaky mask whenever he spoke.