Ghostface Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

She asked me and she laughed instantly but I can’t hear anything. "Alaister it's not funny " I cried out to her as she laughed again. "Hahahaha it's better to be a ghoster than to be a real ghost. Look at your face it’s priceless” gladly she’s laughing again... "How’s your IG account? How many followers do you have Alaister?" I asked my friend who was now writing something in her diary. "Last time I checked it 100+ and I don't care about that" She didn't even look at me she’s busy.

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.

"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

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

Thanks to that, my beauty live streams grew more and more popular and eventually swept through the entire underworld. "The products the streamer recommends are amazing. So many ghosts on GhostBook are raving about them." "Her streams make me feel more beautiful with each passing day. Even as a ghost, my confidence has skyrocketed." From time to time, I would also provide makeup tutorials so ghosts could follow along step by step. "The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

“Mia, why didn’t you come find me? If it weren’t for my mega money, I wouldn’t even know where you were staying!” I looked around, ensuring no one was watching, then pulled Sean inside. “Your red hair is too conspicuous. Being with you would expose me.” “The law doesn’t forbid celebrities from watching races!” “I’m not talking about my celebrity identity.” “Then what else could it be? Miracle doctor?” I rolled my eyes, pulled a mask from my bag, and put it on, smirking. “Guess.” “You… you…” Sean pointed at the mask, speechless. I waved my hand. “Official introduction: I am Hestia.”

“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.”

I groan inwardly and decide to just leave. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to get out of his room. He sits on the couch in front of me. He looks normal, but not too normal—just a barefoot man in his black shirt, gray sweatpants, and a mask. Does he possibly have a scar on his face too? Is that why he keeps on wearing a mask? “Here.” He hands me gold cards with the logo of Grethe and Elga Enterprises on it. “Thank you.” I look up and smile. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

* Liam was angry that he was in such an awkward position with a guy. He could te the masculinity of the stranger from how deep his voice was. Liam held his breath as the stranger struggled with the buttons. *It can't be that hard.* Liam thought as his eyebrows created together in a frown. He was beginning to get impatient that he raised his head to look at whoever the stranger bumper was. Liam didn't think he could be more repulsed by a person than he was by the person in front of him. *Why in the world will a sane person be wearing a mask out in the afternoon. A face mask for that matter.* Liam found himself focusing on something else.