Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

I don’t want anyone to recognize me. I remove my dress quickly and slip into the plain cloth. The fabric scratches my skin, but I don’t care. Then I bring out the mask. It is simple, old, but it will hide me well. I hold it in my hands for a moment, staring at it. I whisper to myself, “Today, Lucien, you don’t get to win.” I put on the mask. When I look down at my body, even I feel like a stranger. Not Nora, the girl people see as weak. No. This is another side of me. A side ready to fight if needed.

“Good.” We continue moving. His lead is smooth, almost too smooth, keeping me close while the slow music turns us in measured circles. I keep stealing glances at Evander and Kenna. Their heads are inclined toward each other. The soft look on Evander’s face makes my stomach tighten further. Michael’s voice drops. “Why are you even wearing a mask? Look around. You’re the only one still hiding.” “It’s part of my attire.” I quickly blow out another lie. “It makes no sense. Pull it off.”

“Mia, why didn’t you come find me? If it weren’t for my mega money, I wouldn’t even know where you were staying!” I looked around, ensuring no one was watching, then pulled Sean inside. “Your red hair is too conspicuous. Being with you would expose me.” “The law doesn’t forbid celebrities from watching races!” “I’m not talking about my celebrity identity.” “Then what else could it be? Miracle doctor?” I rolled my eyes, pulled a mask from my bag, and put it on, smirking. “Guess.” “You… you…” Sean pointed at the mask, speechless. I waved my hand. “Official introduction: I am Hestia.”

For example, the true identity of a person hiding behind a mask. “Clara… You may be an annoying person but I sincerely hope that you haven’t gone and done something so inhumane,” Samantha muttered softly.

The parking lot was jam packed and as I made my way in, I smiled deviously. Just what I needed, the perfect place for me to do what I wanted to do and get out of there until whoever found his body did. The loud and hard thump of the beat from the stage made the entire building throb. I walked carefully, pushing past drunk teenagers, half naked milfs and drunken perverts as I walked. I also made sure to hide my face with a mask to avoid being recognized, “hey handsome,” I felt someone pull me from behind, “want something to wipe that frown off your face.” She added.

LISA For the past two months,my life has been completely miserable and uncomfortable. Sleeping in the same bed with a man who belongs to my sister has been difficult,a man who I don't love,a man who thinks I'm someone else. I've never entertained the idea of marriage but this definitely isn't the marriage I thought I'd find myself in. A fake one. Where I'd have to disguise myself, pretending to be my sister. My routine has continued of course, run,hide and pretend.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

Guests dressed in luxury. Masks covering their faces. Because of course there were masks. Aria stepped out of the car slowly. Taking it all in. “This is insane.” “It’s controlled,” Adrian corrected quietly. A pause. “Nothing here is accidental.” Lena adjusted her own mask. “Good. Love that for us.” Aria’s gaze scanned the crowd. Sharp. Focused. “They’re here.” Adrian nodded. “Some of them.” “Not all?” “No.” A beat. “The real ones stay hidden.”

Three days later, at the law firm, Matthew sat across from me in a crisp suit, every hair slicked perfectly into place. He'd put his polished mask back on. The dark circles under his eyes were the only giveaway that he hadn't been sleeping well. My lawyer was present. I pushed the divorce agreement across the table. "Sign it." He didn't even glance at the document. "Vivienne, let's talk about this." He looked up and forced a smile. "We don't need to get divorced. I have a solution."

Abby's feminine voice immediately pulled me out of my thoughts about my sister and without saying a word to her, I dashed out of the room. I bet I must have spoken about myself, forgetting Abby's orders. I said inwardly. "He'd better have something reasonable to tell me than attending to those bastards without money at the east" I mumbled as I wore my mask before getting to his office. Yeah, we had to put on masks in order to hide our true identity from the people. We won't want to be harassed in public by a stranger someday. "I'm here, Sir. Clinton" I uttered as I walked into his office half naked.