Ghost Face Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

Maybe it’s April and this is some elaborate April fool’s prank. But the date doesn’t read April. Hunter lets out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. “When you say Masked LRT…” He points uncertainly at her. “You mean THE Masked LRT? That legendary artist who disappeared three years ago? The one with millions of followers around the world?” To our complete shock, Lori nods. Then she calmly unlocks her phone, opens I*******m and taps into an account before turning the screen toward us. Masked LRT, verified. Will millions of followers.

For half a second, Daisy looks like she’s seen a ghost. Bitch. I force my features into a teasing smile, leaning lazily against the doorframe like I didn’t just hear her entire disgusting confession. “You planning on celebrating your anniversary in that stall or what?” I drawl. “You’re the guest of honor, well you and Cam.” Relief crashes over her face so quickly it almost makes me sick. “Oh my God,” she laughs shakily, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.” Did I? I shrug. “Relax, princess Daisy, it wasn’t in plans to.”

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Did he taste the past in that pancake? Did he feel her, Sofia, in the middle of that room, standing behind my mask? He couldn’t possibly know. He shouldn’t. Not with this mask on. This mask, crafted from synthetic silicon and smart-bonded flesh technology still years ahead of anything North America even dreams of producing. Gloria outdid herself, as always. Built me this second skin like she was coding a new personality, layer by layer. “Sofia!” Giada’s voice yanked me back into the room.

facade dies. I shed the modesty like a second skin, peeling off the layers of boredom until I’m standing there in nothing but a pair of sheer stockings and a lace mask that covers the upper half of my face. Under the glow of the LEDs, I transform into “That Caramel Girl.”I didn’t start this because I was desperate for the money... though, let’s be honest, the tuition for my degree is a fucking nightmare.

I called out, raising my glass. “Margarita Senoritas!” the other two cheered. I sank into my favourite armchair, watching the condensation bead on the glass, trying to forget the car idling outside. "Okay, I’ve got the new charcoal peel-off masks," Cleo said, lining up the tubes. "I’ve got hydrating eye patches, a foot peel, and the new Essie collection. Ti, you’re going first. Your skin looks like you’ve been living in a library basement."

The guys texted me immediately that they are driving behind me, I smiled and took off my mask, Another case dusted, I smile

she told me, very matter-of-factly. The other issue I kept bringing up was about the mask. To her credit, she had managed to find one that was relatively lightweight but fit snuggly and did a pretty good job of rendering me unrecognizable. It was a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one from the movie 'V for Vendetta', all white with a big smile, curly mustache and thin goatee. My concern was less about them recognizing me through the mask and more about how to explain why I was wearing a mask at all. I hadn't spent a lot of time around male strippers, but I was pretty sure that they didn't normally wear masks. To address this, Rachel had come up with a pretty elaborate backstory.

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,

Her face is covered by a grey cap, grey Fendi shades, and a white mask. But as soon as I saw her Hair I immediately knew that it was Hestia. I gently chuckle and I walked toward her. I gently sat beside her and speak. "You know covering your face will only make you more suspicious." I jokingly say to her. Then she gently chuckles beside me, she took off her cap, mask, and then her aviator sunglasses. I just watched her, revealing her smooth and gorgeous face. My eyes are immediately on Hestia's rosy lips, how I miss her sweet rosy lips on mine.