Ghost Face Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

There was a sincere smile on his face. Then he placed a kiss on my forehead and then left me alone. Alone with nothing to do, I took out my phone and went through the pictures I had taken earlier on. Some of them were blurry or did not do justice to my body but there were some that looked super hot. I selected three of the good ones and posted them on my I*******m story with the caption, 'Enjoying the holiday'. Now I only had to hope that Nicholas would view my story. I waited on that bench till I dozed off but a tap on my shoulder woke me up.

“why is that?” “don't worry about it, is he around” “who, ghost?” I nodded a “yes”, trying to avoid his gaze. “yes, he is watching you,” he said. “Can you please take off your mask, I don't like it” “It's a mask party Nadia, I'm supposed to wear it,” “Tell me why you hate the mask” “A stripper wore the same mask on my twenty-one birthday” “Did you like him” “No, I mean not like that”

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she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

I guess I wasn’t as incognito as I was hoping. “This is our first meeting, I assure you. And I have some burn scars on my face, Your Highness,” I explained quietly. “I wear the mask because I do not want to show my face to the world. It is–frightening. I do not want to make the customers feel uncomfortable.” Next to me, Fiona giggled. But Felix merely nodded his head and smiled. “I’m sure you are very beautiful indeed, in spite of those scars.” I tried not to let his words affect me.

I leaned closer, my shadow hovering over hers. “Not another word,” I hissed, my voice low and razor sharp. For a moment, the practiced smirk on her lips faltered. I peeled the mask off and turned to her. Her eyes flew wide—panic, recognition, and something dangerously close to fear flashing in them. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” I muttered, my voice mocking. “Pardon me, I have forgotten you are the ghost here.” “No…” she gasped, shaking her head violently. “No, it can’t be—”

14 : "Unmasked" Unmasked 14 Gage. Gage Stockholm. It's really Gage Stockholm. My jaws dropped when he took off the mask. My world stopped when my eyes darted at him. I can't believe that it's him. It's really him. Oh my god I feel like I'm having palpitations.

Trisha immediately asked sitting in front of her. "Now, I'm going to reveal my half identity. Foremost, this face you have seen already was not my real face. I used these prosthetics to hide my personality and now I want you all to know and see my real face. And also I had a real name as well," she said then gradually removed her prosthetics. They were all surprised at what she said. They didn't expect that she fake her face and showed them wrong since they became part of their organization. "Sapphire what are you doing?" Astra asked in astonishment.

“Even if the footage leaks.” “Even if I upload it deliberately.” I smile behind the mask as I slip it on. “Three anonymous bodies. No faces. Just... content.” Tyler’s eyes darken. “That’s actually hot.” “I know.” I adjust the mask, check my reflection in the laptop camera. The black lace covers from my forehead to my cheekbones, leaving only my lips and jaw exposed. Mysterious. Seductive. Unidentifiable. “Your turn. Ski masks are in the closet. Top shelf.”

"Don't come out!" Liam hissed, stopping Marlowe from emerging from his hiding place. "Just watch." The fake homeless woman removed her hat and mask. Her hair, hidden under the hat, was blonde, and she wore quite a bit of makeup under the mask, which covered almost half of her face. "Oh my gosh, I don't want to do this anymore!" the fake homeless woman complained. "Those filthy insects are going to ruin my face and body." She took something from her bag. A cell phone, a well-known brand and the latest model.