Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

She asked again, and I shook my head, giving her a small smile not reaching my eyes. Although I would had love to be scrubbed and have the luxury of just there and letting someone pampered me but my mask is something I had to protect till I can get out of here, if the alpha found out that I am wearing a mask, there is no way I could proof that I am not a spy and another name will be added to my name, impersonator and I don't know the offense of that.

"A masquerade element. For a corporate dinner." "It won't seem out of place," Oliver said. "Halloway Industries has a reputation for a certain amount of theatrical exclusivity when it comes to major announcements. It gives you a layer of protection without making Grace or Lucas suspicious about why the CEO's face isn't immediately visible." Liana studied the mask a moment longer before looking up at him, something warm cutting briefly through the tension in her chest. "Thank you," she said quietly. "For thinking of this. For thinking of me."

“I can’t face that crowd. Those cameras. Those people judging even the breath I take.” Raya’s grip tightened. “Then don’t face them.” I blinked. “What?” She glanced at the silver veil hanging beside us. “Use the mask.” My breath caught. “The silver veil,” she continued softly. “That’s what everyone knows. Not the face behind it. Hide behind it.” I shook my head weakly. “I’ll still be exposed.” “No,” Raya said. “You’ll be protected. The mask is like an armor.” My eyes drifted to the veil.

Silas muttered as he handed me a mask. Without asking questions, I took the mask and placed it over my eyes. With the mask, I knew it was to hide my identity, but I didn’t wasn’t sure why. Although I didn’t ask questions when I put on the mask, I stopped walking and pulled Silas to a stop. “Why do I need to hide my identity?” “We are a little early, so for now let's hide your identity so we can stand at the back and watch.” Silas spoke as he also put a mask over his face.

They were experts at mixing drinks which were capable of getting werewolves drunk. The bar was tucked behind the alleyways of the city, its entrance hidden behind a false wall. The rule was simple: wear a mask, order your pain, and pretend you aren’t who you are. Just like the name 'Hidden'. No one knows the next person beneath the mask. A place perfect for me, where no one will know I was the Luna or saw how miserable I was. I didn’t need to pretend—I wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. I wore a sleek silver mask, the kind that clung tightly around my face like a second skin. Gomez wore a golden one too. We weaved through the crowd and settled on a booth near the far wall.

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

Even on days I want to disappear between the folds of my blanket, Become silence, become stillness… become anything but me. We all have our masks, I guess. Some are glittered, some are cracked, some are so well-crafted they begin to look like skin. But beneath them, there’s always a glint. Of someone trying to survive quietly. Of someone hoping no one notices the storm they hide behind stitched smiles and stitched sleeves. And maybe that's the most human thing, not healing, not breaking, but pretending just enough to make it through one more day. One more… second. There are days I forget what joy feels like.

But Wang didn’t laugh. I glanced at him. His expression was tight with displeasure. Of course, he wasn’t here for the excitement. Anyway, I slipped the mask on because everyone wore masks. Some covered half their faces, others were more secretive, hiding everything but their eyes. It wasn’t a costume choice—it was a good strategy to hide everyone's identity. “Oh, my god. The pavilion dancer?” Someone shrieked, earning distasteful comments. “You should never say her name out loud.” A friend chastised with a stiff smile of her own.

Cedric coldly snorted, "What you see can be deceiving too." Even if you see someone with your own eyes and touch them, it does not necessarily mean that is the truth. Someone can wear a mask for so long that the mask becomes a part of them, and they can no longer take it off. He has always presented himself with that mask, and everyone sees only the mask. However, what lies behind that mask, no one knows.

"Right before I started working with you, I heard that you were a strict person but as I'm getting closer to you, I find out that you're actually a nice man and I think you deserve a woman by your side…. Talking about this, can you tell me the reason why you're putting on a mask? I knew that you were lying to my parents earlier about having a wound on your face" Hearing her words, I feel like telling her everything about me and revealing my identity to her but I figured out that she might take it in a harsh way. "If truly you have no scar on your Face then why can't you open it for the world to see. I'm curious to see how you look". I sighed deeply on hearing her words. "Well, I'm doing this