Ghostface Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

A soft gasp escaped her when I pulled out, leaving her red, puffy hole gaping and silently begging to be filled again. We laid down together, with her head laying on my chest, as she idly tracing against my skin. “I love your mask, by the way,” Karyna whispered as she trailed her fingers over the object. “I’ve always had fantasies about fucking someone with a mask on,” “Oh, is that so?” I rumbled, getting aroused again. “Yea,” she sighed. “Especially this ghost mask. I’ve seen a lot of guys wear it on TikTok, and I find it very hot. It’s really sexy,”

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

Maybe it’s April and this is some elaborate April fool’s prank. But the date doesn’t read April. Hunter lets out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. “When you say Masked LRT…” He points uncertainly at her. “You mean THE Masked LRT? That legendary artist who disappeared three years ago? The one with millions of followers around the world?” To our complete shock, Lori nods. Then she calmly unlocks her phone, opens I*******m and taps into an account before turning the screen toward us. Masked LRT, verified. Will millions of followers.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

"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.

"My name," I said, my voice came out flat, cold and perfectly steady, "is Luna Ghost." She stared at me. The tears kept falling, the shock on her face was beginning to harden into something else. Confusion. Hurt. The beginning of anger. "What are you talking about? Lia, you." I released her wrists. Stepped back. One step. Two. Enough distance to make the point unmistakable. I reached up, pulled the mask off. It came away easily, one hand, a single motion. I let it drop to the concrete at my feet.

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips before walking out with Faye. “Here is a mask for you, my lady,” Owen handed me a black mask, with silver and blue trimmings. It was beautiful. “Thanks, bro. I hope it wasn’t difficult to lift,” I winked and he frowned a little. “Oh, what?” I teased him. I knew it, of course.

With that, it will be hard for him to recognize me. I put on my ghost-like mask, and then I step down from my car. I’m dressed in black clothes. A black trouser and a black shirt that's rolled down my sleeves. I also have gloves on. Everything about me is black and dark and I would have been blending in with the darkness if not for the mask that I'm wearing. The front side is white. I check my mask again, just to make sure that it wouldn’t fall off during our intense fucking.

“Wait for me here. It won’t be long.” I watched them discuss as if I was just a chicken about to be slaughtered. The man pulled off his mask, revealing a hideous black scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw. My breath hitched, my body, shaking like a cat drenched in rain. “I…I don’t know you,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I haven’t done anything against you. So why do you want me dead?”

The guys texted me immediately that they are driving behind me, I smiled and took off my mask, Another case dusted, I smile