Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

"Did you see the men?" "No, they were wearing masks." This time, he smiled a little. "That's the thing about cowards: they never reveal their name or identity. They prefer lurking around the shadows, wearing masks. They think they are clever enough to hide behind the facade of their creation." I gripped the seat of the couch unnecessarily tightly. "Are we done here?" "You saved my brother's life, Liliana. For that, I am grateful to you." "I would have done it for any stranger." Not really.

HYun-woo asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place. "I've just arrived, boss," the man responded, presenting him with the requested item. Upon inspection, he felt content as the mask appeared remarkably authentic, ensuring that his true identity would remain undetectable. After completing the payment, he quickly departed and returned to his condo to try on the newly acquired hyperreal mask.

Does he care? Or was I just… convenient? And Mortina. Could she be behind this? Did she try to finish what she started—with my father this time? But why? What does she gain? I'm covering for her. For her daughter. Saving her name. Keeping her secrets. Wearing this stupid mask she gave me like a loyal, obedient fool. I rip it off and fling it across the room. It barely taps the wall. Drops to the floor like a feather. Figures. Even the mask’s too soft to shatter.

He turned to me, as we walked, before turning his face to the right. “I'm trying to keep my identity hidden. You seem to have forgotten I'm a very great hockey player.” “I don't think there's a need for you to worry. Nobody is going to harass you. In fact, I think you should try to blend in.” “Really?” I nodded. “If you act like this, people are going to be suspicious, that can lead us into trouble.” He nodded, taking off the mask. “I'd still keep my cap though. I need to look good.” I rolled my eyes. “You look good. Without or without the cap.”

I sighed and before stepping out of the car, I put the black mask on my eyes, while its edges were gold. "I want you to blend in with the crowd tonight, Vale. They shouldn't find out that I am here to party. We do not need another scandal especially after I just took charge of the Council. Otherwise, those motherfuckers are going to eat me alive." I instructed. "Okay." He whispered and also covered his face with a mask. It was just my eyes that were covered while the forehead was hidden by my hair, however, Adrien's mask hid his entire face. He was doing his best to carry out the instructions given by me. Although I am not sure if he will manage to dodge the people as he has a unique and hug

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

“You’re drawing attention I fixed my mask back into place. Not to hide my identity. But to hide my shame. Without a word, I turned and slipped through the crowd, the sounds of the ball fading behind me.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, but after a few moments, I heard him chuckle softly. "I didn’t want to scare you, so I whistled. From now on, that’ll be our signal, okay? I know you’re not asleep. Were you waiting for me? Was last night so good that you’re already ready for more tonight?" He hit the nail on the head, and I opened my eyes, feeling both embarrassed and irritated. He looked just like he did the night before, his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible. However, I had left a small lamp on tonight, casting a warm, dim light in the room.

I kept silent, unwilling to let them see my discomfort, as they ushered me inside. The room we entered was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the corners. A crowd had already gathered, their faces concealed behind masks. The anonymity gave the gathering an eerie, almost ritualistic feeling, and I felt out of place, like a stranger trespassing in a dark secret. A man handed me a mask as I took a seat beside Alpha Etan, who wore no disguise. He seemed to revel in his defiance, sitting openly among his followers as if daring anyone to call him out.

What was he doing here? “Fine,” I replied dryly. - What are you doing here? “Your superiors insisted on his presence,” Maroon explained as he descended the spiral staircase from the second floor. And again I saw his real appearance, and not the induced mask. Many gifted hid their appearance, hiding behind a haze. A mirage of the image in which they would like to be seen by mere mortals. For example, Korotkov also had a mask, but I did not see what he really looked like. However, it was very difficult not to notice her. I didn't even know who else had seen his little secret. Maroon had the illusion of an ordinary clerk in a business suit. Only I saw through it, as through blurry glass. “Send