Ghostface Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

During the video chat, Calvin Leek, my senior, and I were completely undressed. I was lying on a Simmons king-sized bed. My fair, shapely curvatures were in full view. He sat at his desk. He had a burning gaze while his sexy Adam's apple moved silently up and down. Fortunately, I had on a black mask, and I also modified my voice so he wouldn't know who I was. Calvin swallowed hard and started giving me orders.

After a refreshing shower, I stretched out on the luxurious bed, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. When I checked my phone, I found my name trending at the top of social media. #FordFamilyAdoptedDaughterBullyingRetailStaff #FakeHeiressGetsEngagementCalledOff #AdrianFordDumpsAdoptedLoweFamilyDaughterForHisTrueLove The sheer number of trending topics was overwhelming, and I was unsure which one to click first. Curious, I clicked on one and skimmed through the twisted, manipulated reports. However, none of it bothered me.

She did not recognize him at all. “You want both? Well, since you went through all the trouble to follow me here…” The celebrity took out his phone and launched the camera app, intending to take a selfie with her. Nicole suddenly turned around and looked at Kai through the gap. “K, pass me my headphones.” The celebrity was stunned, put his mask back on, and put away his phone. The silence was awkward. No one opened their mouths to speak. Nicole did not know this person at all, but it was clear that he had undergone cosmetic surgery before, and he did not look as pleasing as Fabian either.

' His eyes held nothing but coldness. He whispers two words to me "fake it" I was kinda confused but then it hit me, chuckle "my dear, I came because it's already 12 o clock and you promise to go out with me." "We'll leave after this alright, my love," he grabs me from the chin, looking into my eyes. My eyes widen and my heart starts to increase its beat. What on earth? "Yes, yes." I smiled. He's good at this, what kind of man is he?

I am so going to slay the party! **************** "Oh my MoonGod,Tessa! Please hold my hand. I'm scared." I say, and Tessa holds my hand from my right. "Don't worry. You look amazing! I didn't imagine you would do such great work with your dress. If I was a guy, or a lesbian, then I would have fallen for you. Now, wear this mask." She pulls out a black, fancy mask with glitters on it. I'm glad that unlike others, this mask doesn't have a feather. I hate them!

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

“Human trafficker! Call the FBI!” “Actual demon. Burn in hell, Luna!” “Look at her face in the stream right now! She’s a ghost!” In the penthouse, Luna’s jaw dropped, her artful expression collapsing into a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly, mottled gray under the expensive ring light. She looked at her secondary monitor and saw her own betrayal being broadcast to 50 million people. She tried to speak, to scream that it was a deepfake, but the platform’s "Account Banned" notification slammed across her screen in bold, blood-red letters.

The banquet hall glittered with gold and crystal as Helena Shaw stood arm in arm with her fiance, smiling as they greeted their guests. The warmth and celebration vanished as a girl appeared, and the hall fell dead silent. Nellie Scott gripped her invitation. Her faded denim jacket, which was washed thin and pale, looked painfully out of place in a room glittering with silk and diamonds. "Who's that? Showing up dressed like that to Ms. Shaw's engagement party?" "Where's security? What are they even doing, letting a beggar like this in?"

Until I heard a mechanical robot-like voice talk on the walkie talkie and I almost threw it. "Holy shit—" I inhaled sharply. "Hello? Allura, it's me, Mask." He said. "Oh hi." "Can you hear me? Sorry if the audio is jittery, but can you still hear me?" "Y-Yeah sorry, my soul left my body for a second." I replied. "Oh," he chuckled. "Anyway, I can hear you." "Mask, may I ask why are we talking here instead of on your phone? He paused for a brief moment before answering. "I-I just broke my phone."

Then his smile vanished, as he wondered who the man was. The man had a pink mask on, indicating he wasn't a Mafia. No Mafia would wear a pink mask, except Viper, who loved flashy colors. And that wasn't Viper. So who was he? Deciding not to get distracted by him, Ghost looked away, fixing his eyes on the crowd instead. He'll just have to solve the puzzle about the man later. One more shot of tequila and he felt a soft breeze brush through his nostrils. It had a tantalizing scent of roses and honey. From the brim of his glass, he saw her walking through.