Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

He hung up. I stood quietly in the hallway, my legs trembling. He hadn’t seen me. I backed away slowly, slipped into the guest bathroom, and closed the door. . My heart pounded so hard .why was he so worked up what gave me out like that . What if he had find out today would I still be married would he have returned me to my mum would everybody in our circle know what I did. The masked man had erased everything,just like he said he would. I thought he was reliable to an extent

The one that belongs to the guy who looks so good in a jersey. He’s toying with me. He’s watching me. I look around the dark room, half-expecting to see those glass eyes reflecting in the corner. But there’s nothing. Just the shadows. Me: Look, I'm tired. Just tell me your name. I need a name. I need something real, something I can grab onto, something I can punch or fuck or confront. This anonymity is suffocating. Barnabythebear: Where's the fun in that? I like the mystery. Keeps things interesting. Besides, I bet you're the type who likes a challenge.

she asked. "It's your accessory to complete your fantasy attire," the man answered. Jirah felt like she had been trashing down again, but the man added his sentence. "Wait, don't throw it." "Why?" "Because it's better for you to hide in that mask rather than to be embarrassed by those people around you."

No, not really. I deliberately selected a mask from the tray, my heart rate accelerating. The mask featured silk and gold accents, with soft ribbons, offering a sense of anonymity. A masquerade can imply a lack of accountability, as it often involves power without individual recognition. With hidden faces, intentions may be perceived as unrestrained. Of course he would be here. This is exactly his kind of stage, isn't it? He had arrived in public places, open and claiming, and this place… Damn it!

Hardin turned to face me, his eyes glinting with mischief as he revealed a black lace masquerade mask from his pocket. "Watch and see," he said as he put on his mask, he brought out his hand and gestured for me to hold on to it, As we moved through the crowd, a sea of extravagant costumes and elaborate masks surrounded me. Each person exuded an aura of secrecy, their true identities hidden behind their disguises. It was both enchanting and terrifying, like being trapped in a labyrinth of illusions. Just then a masked man who I think is the host appeared in front of the crowd holding a mic, this time me and Hardin were sitting in a corner which gave a clear view of everything going on in the

He said, “Excuse me, Master David. Everyone has to wear a mask to participate in the insider’s trade fairs to remain anonymous. So, you need this.” After David took it, he took a closer look and saw that it was a soft mask. So, he asked, “Mr. Rivers, it's just a trade fair. Is it necessary to make it so mysterious? Not only is it held in such a hidden location, but all participants have to remain anonymous too?”

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

She looked at Seraphina, who nodded, encouraging. "I was hiding." The words came out barely above a whisper, the sound of someone speaking from a place where sound itself was dangerous. "Behind the herb barrels. I didn't have a mask for the masquerade part, and I didn't want to be seen. I was going to sneak back to the dorms when I heard footsteps. Heavy. Running. But soft, like they were trying not to be heard." She closed her eyes, remembering, and her face twisted with the effort of returning to a moment she wanted to bury. "A figure. In white. Or silver. A mask. Not a festival mask - something else. Something that covered everything. But the eyes..."

Nathaniel stood by my side, his unwavering support and love serving as a constant reminder that I was not alone in this journey. But just when I thought the storm had finally passed, a new twist emerged, threatening to shake the foundation of our hard-earned peace. One evening, as I returned home from a long day of rehearsals, a package awaited me at the doorstep. Intrigued yet cautious, I opened it to find a meticulously crafted mask, its porcelain surface adorned with intricate patterns. A chill ran down my spine as I recognized the mask. It was the signature symbol of an enigmatic secret society, rumored to hold immense power and influence. Fear gripped me once again, as the memories of t

Every part of me that had been hidden was now visible. The mask had been between me and the room. Not just between my face and the audience. Between the person I was and the person the room was looking at. Between Avery Nash and the woman in the red mask. Between the secret and the end of the secret. Without it there was no barrier. No separation. Nothing.