Ghostface Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

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.

I brought the phone close to her face again, and the phone opened. "Yes!" Kat exclaimed. She went through the phone from the social media to call logs, but there was nothing, she opened the message to see a picture of a man in a black mask wearing a tuxedo. With a caption. "Find the mask, and you will find the founder." "The founder?" she gasped, "What is it?" I asked, seeing the way she was surprised. "I need to get something from Crystal Lake Pack." "What?" I asked, surprised she would even suggest going back there.

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.

“Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott. I wanted to tell Spicy that I didn't have an I*******m account but then I decided to keep quiet because who doesn't have an I*******m account in the 21st century? Spicy was preparing his makeup items, and I was just looking around. I loved the space and how coordinated everything was. I wish I could have a room full of makeup items like this but that is literally impossible because of my kids. I'll just come back one day and find them coloring

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The man with a mask over his face. *

"Name your price, Sable. Sign a contract to work only for me, and you never have to dance on this public stage again." A sudden surge of triumph settled into my chest when I saw the money, but it made me sad too. This was the man I loved, but he only wanted me when I hid my true self. I leaned down a little bit, keeping my face away from his hands. I made my voice sound lower so my boss would never recognize his quiet assistant. "Some things cannot be bought so easily, Mr. Ashford," I replied, tilting my head. "Everything has a price," Blake muttered, his jaw tightening. He reached out and tried to grab the edge of my silk dress. "Especially a woman hiding behind a piece of metal. Show me wh