Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

A collective movement, perfectly synchronized, as if they were one. The door closed behind me. "Don't be afraid," the High Priest whispered in my ear. "They are looking at you. They are welcoming you." "Why are they masked?" "So you see only the essential. So you are not distracted by faces, by ages, by individual stories. Here, we are not individuals. We are roles, functions, energies. The mask liberates. It allows one to truly be oneself, without the weight of others' gazes." "And you? Why don't you have a mask?"

"This mask is me." "No it's not." Wraya interjected, finding his masters words very...unsettling. "That, is a facade. You are not a facade. You are a real human with a real face. Stop hiding behind that facade." "I'm not hiding." The venom in Stefanos words had Wraya flinching in his place, which didn't go unnoticed by the masked man as he grit his teeth, trying to calm himself. "I'm not hiding, Wraya. I'm merely, looking at how I look with the mask on."

All the time that she was doing her thing – teaching those who disobeyed her and broke the rules that she set a lesson that they are not going to forget in their lives she is wearing that prosthetic mask to hide her identity, well it is not only her that is wearing one anyways because her four friends are also wearing the same because it is necessary so that no one will ever find out who they are outside the underground world. They wear prosthetic masks not only just to not let anyone know who they are but also to keep their lives balanced and not to mention that it is to prevent anyone in the underground world that hates them from actually attacking someone related to them to just make them

He drove into a hotel and he turned to the back and opened the car for Mabel to come out. "Sit back in there," he commanded and Mabel looked surprised. "Get that mask over there, look at the bag you'll see it. Wear it," he said. He was trying to hide her identity, being a popular and well to do man, he was aware that he had watchers, people who wanted to carry news to the blogs and internet, and he didn't want to see himself on blog pages for a reason of cheating. "Oh!" Mabel said and humbly obeyed. Even though it was night already, she still had to do it.

It was one of the best chocolate stores in the city and I heard they sold nice chocolates. Well, Henry was the one who told me about them. "What's with the face mask?" I asked with curiosity as I stared at the blue hospital mask in his hand. "To hide my identity" Henry said plainly and then went ahead to wear the facial mask. It did a good job of hiding the lower area of his face, making sure to conceal his identity. Sometimes I forget that Henry was so popular and could not be seen in an average store like this. As long as I was with him, I didn't seem to mind.

It seemed that our past had not yet released its grip on us, and a new enigma had emerged. Driven by an insatiable thirst for answers, we embarked on a quest to uncover the origin and purpose of the mask. It led us down a winding path, where we encountered a secret society hidden within the shadows—a group known as "The Masked Ones." As we dug deeper, we discovered that The Masked Ones held ancient knowledge and possessed an uncanny ability to manipulate events from the shadows. Their motives remained shrouded in secrecy, but we sensed a looming danger, a threat that could unravel everything we had fought so hard to protect.

I grimaced. "Maybe that's why you're so used to wearing a mask rather than showing people what you feel. Your mother hides behind a smile to hide her pain. Your sister hides behind a scowl to hide hers. And your father, he's basically non-existent, just a name with no presence. But I know he wears a mask. The mask of a good person protecting assholes who deserve nothing short of death. Seems like your entire family wears some kind of mask." I shrank a little into myself, finally realizing how perceptive the man next to me was, "No one cares whether or not you're dying inside so why show them the truth? So they can take advantage of you?"

The global conglomerate chairman of chains of companies was a fickle coward, no different from the child who had dug his fingers into his own skin to cover up the pain that ached more than the self-inflicted one. Why else had he been hiding behind the desk of his office at The-Xclusive which was located somewhere on the rooftop where he could see others without being noticed? Living in the shadows had become his forte, which was the explanation to why he chose to explore himself under the concealment of a mask.

So I hide. I only go out when I absolutely must—grocery runs, hospital visits, short walks to stretch my aching legs. Each time I step outside, I wear a mask, not just to cover my face but to shield myself from the possibility of recognition. I’ve become a ghost in a city full of life. But there are moments when even hiding feels like an act of strength. Today, for example.

The way things are going, it's imperative that the mission would be done by someone who can carry it out perfectly. I sighed again and thought to myself, It was a good thing that no one knows my true identity. It would jeopardize my normal life if it were ever to be revealed to everyone. I suddenly remembered my goals. Why do I need to do this and why am I doing this. I sat up with my eyes closed and took deep breathes then open them. I took my phone and rang Dr. Zen's number.