Ghostface Mask Booktok Novels & Stories

He stood at the end of the block, his figure shadowed by the dim streetlights, but the mask caught my eye immediately. It wasn't just any mask—it was hauntingly beautiful. A skull, bleached greyish white against black fabric. It covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes exposed. But those eyes... they were dark, watching everything with a predator's intensity, cutting through the night like he was born in it. It was sexy in a terrifying kind of way—like he knew exactly how much fear could excite someone. Ghost's body was built, all muscle, and the confidence in his walk made something inside me coil tight.

Not wanting to drown in my own thoughts, I grabbed my phone for distraction and opened I*******m. Selena Blackwood, trending. A small smile crept onto my lips. The views had skyrocketed even higher, nearly a billion now. I scrolled through the comments. ‘The mask lady is everything. Why hasn't she revealed her face?, Someone had replied beneath it: ‘I love it. Keep her mysterious. Our mask model.’ A soft laugh escaped me. "My fans already gave me a title." Then another tear slipped down before I could catch it. I blinked, wiping it away quickly. "Why am I still crying?" I muttered, shaking my head. I forced a deep breath and pushed everything back down.

Attached to the message was a link to a Twitter post. Whitney clicked on it and was first greeted by an account named "Aloof Snow." She furrowed her brows slightly, scanning the content. She then realized that this account was surprisingly managed by Sebastian's acquaintance, Ms. Griffin. The content was about promoting a face mask named "Arctic Snow", with vivid images showcasing its instant effects. "Arctic Snow Mask?"

“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”

With his other hand, he reached up and slowly removed the Ghostface mask. My eyes widened. What the fuck???

But when I felt his hand at my back and said something about the coat in the window display that made me laugh and the photograph caught exactly that. Both of us in dark coats. My head tipped back slightly and my muscular hand solid at my back. His expression in profile doing tha thing I recognized from the TikTok compilation I was not still thinking about. I saw the post three hours later when Felix sent it with no message. Just the screenshot and caption: these two are NOT a corporate arrangement i don’t care what that blonde woman said Four hundred thousand likes and climbing and I really wonder how people do it. I need to act my age and spend time on socials.

I had forgotten to remove it before I entered the room. “Maddie, kids, it's me”. I said to them as I removed the mask from my face. My action made them gasp. “Holy crap. What was that, Gina?”. Maddie asked me, before she quickly approached and took the mask from my hand. “Oh my goodness”. She stared at it intensively, like she could not believe what her eyes were seeing. “This is my disguise, Maddie, kids. I can't keep on wearing a mask on my face all the time, so I made this realistic facial mask”.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

“But I guess that’s my fault for wanting to catch a fallen angel,” Sierra blushed instantly. “Is this what they call flirting?” she blurted in her head. “You alright there?” the guy asked again. “Y-yes… thank you…” she stammered, gazing down to hide her blushing cheeks. The guy finally got up to his feet and Sierra saw a white mask lying on the ground. It looked like the mask from the Phantom of the Opera. She bent down to pick it up and examined it. “Hey, I think this is yours,” she said.