Ghost Face Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

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.

She pretended not to know. How was it possible? How could Amanda see through her? Amanda thoughtfully touched her chin. "Because I make these kinds of human skin masks myself. The person who made your mask isn't very skilled. I'm guessing you've been wearing that mask for many days. Do you know what the consequences will be? You'll get pimples all over your face. This glue is very irritating to the skin. It can perfectly fuse with the face, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake. But if you wear it for too long, there will be inflammation under the skin, and toxins can't be discharged, so pimples will appear on your face. These pimples aren't ordinary pimples; each one will be v

I smile as I lean over the counter and softly respond, “Room 601 please.” He smiles back and picks up his phone, “Yes, she is here. Of course, I’ll send her right up.” He hangs up the phone and smiles at me, “This way. You’re the guest of one of our penthouse members.” He then reaches behind the desk and hands me a mask, “The penthouse guest also requests you wear this.” It’s a black sparkly mask and I examine it; it’s one you would wear at a masquerade party. I smile as I place it on my face, and he nods in approval.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

They turned and looked at me, looking forward to the next thing to do. I saw the masked woman correctly, I don't know why but tears suddenly formed in my eyes. How does it make me feel? Who is this? (A/n: play Ghost of you by 5 SOS) Slowly if I lifted my hand and slowly I touched the woman's mask. I took a deep breath as I looked into the eyes of the woman in front of me. I slowly removed the mask covering the face of the woman in front of me and my heart almost came out of my chest when I saw the face of the woman in front of me. My tears immediately flowed as I looked into the eyes of the woman who was smiling at me. I immediately let go of the mask I was holding and trembling touched the

He clicks on a button and there's a beep that follows. What the fuck is going on? He produces something from inside the bag, and my eyes widen when I realize what it is. I swallow and try to keep my breathing stable "But what is going to happen is," he walks to me "I'm going to fuck you with this ghost face mask on, and you're going to enjoy it. I was too lost in the whole new information he just dropped to realize he had spoken to me with his real voice, not the altered one.

“Sorry, sorry. You and your superstition.” I lift my right shoulder slightly. “I just don’t want—” “I know.” “Anyway,” she adds, “This mask is very good.” She touches her face around lightly, feeling the softness of freshly rejuvenated skin. “Yeah,” I approve. “My birthday present from Mike. Don’t ask. I don’t know where he found them.” ****

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