Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

" Forget about me thinking that she is timid and shy, thought Subaru. They say a person can be full of surprises, but for Subaru, he did not expect her to recover from the shock so quickly, which he thought was a good sign. "Blew off your own cover, huh? Not bad. I almost thought you were quite a timid and nervous person; it looks like one question has given all the answers I needed." "You did that on purpose? Just how savage can you be?" "Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves.

“As for whether I like Keenan for Dawn.. I could say that right now I have a good opinion about him. I could only hope that this is his authentic self and that he wouldn’t change.” People wear masks in life. They could show a smile even though they’re hurting or in anger. They could show a tearful face just to manipulate the hearts of others. They could pretend to be strong and brave even when they’re weak and scared. They could pretend to be good even when they’re hiding evil designs.

She slapped Penny on the back of her head and pointed at the pigeon head mask she was wearing. "Oh, my bad! I literally forgot." Penny flashed a nervous goofy grin. "But isn't it a good way to keep our identities hidden? The head masks are giving us freedom of mobility. We don't have to worry about cameras or curious passersby who may take a photo of us and post it online."

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

"The Velvet Room can be whatever we need it to be. A place to visit together, a memory, or something we leave behind. There's no right answer." "I liked the freedom it gave us," Honey admitted. “I like the mystery of it all. The masks and no one knowing who I was. I think I was most honest about my needs because I could hide.” "We can have that honesty anywhere now," Grayson countered. "The masks just made it easier to admit what we truly wanted." "And what do you truly want, Grayson?" Honey held his gaze, needing to hear him say it plainly.

After all, sometimes dead houses keep secrets better than living people. The masked figure seated before her remained completely still beneath the dim lighting. Their face was hidden perfectly behind the dark mask, concealing every trace of identity. This was the same mysterious person Alpha Kael had secretly met along the lonely road days ago. “Sometimes,” the masked person finally replied calmly, “the safest place to hide is directly beneath your enemy’s nose.” Mavis smirked faintly. “Fair enough.” For a few seconds, silence stretched between them before the masked person leaned slightly forward.

Abby As I approach Mr. Thompson and the health inspector, I slip off my hood and my blue surgical mask, sticking the mask in my pocket. I’m sure I look like a wreck at the moment, but that’s not at the forefront of my mind right now. “Morning, Abby,” Mr. Thompson says, his eyes filled with a confusing mixture of sympathy and disappointment. He nods toward my pocket where I’ve just stored the mask. “Hiding, are we?” I swallow, feeling small under their gazes. “I usually wear a mask on the subway,” I lie, not wanting to admit that I’m already terrified of the backlash that this entire debacle will create.

Yet, I can tell easily he is a biker, maybe it is because of my dad and everyone he knows I can tell? “Why not? Every day in life we hide behind masks, it is life, something everyone does at some time or another.” We do, we live behind fake masks we put on to be what others expect. We hardly remove the masks, if less we are simply replacing it with another. “I guess you are right there, we use masks to hide in life.” His voice is perfect as I dance, my hand stroking along my body as I feel his eyes on it. “Enough talking, I think. I should really give my full concentration to the perfection that is dancing before me.”