Hiding Behind A Mask Novels & Stories

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

"Especially a woman hiding behind a piece of metal. Show me what is under that mask." I spun away from his hand with a smooth step, a sharp grin tugging at my lips under the mask to hide the hurt in my heart. I picked up the money from the stage, gave him one last look, and disappeared into the dark corners as the song ended. Leaving Blake angry and frustrated in his seat, I hurried down the back hallway toward the exit. I needed fresh air. My chest rose and fell fast as I pushed the heavy metal door open and stepped outside. The cool night air hit my face, but the good feeling only lasted a second.

His hoodie became a symbol of both concealment and protection, a barrier between him and the harsh reality that awaited him should he step out from the shadows. As the ceremony drew to a close, and the mourners began to disperse, Alexander remained in his hidden sanctuary, his heart heavy with regret. He knew that hiding behind his hoodie was not a solution, but for now, it provided a temporary refuge from the harsh judgment and potential consequences that awaited him.

“I’m done fucking hiding and pretending. So go ahead—run out that door, hide—but I won’t lie to him.” Sighing, I shove him back and quickly get dressed.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

She told him as she headed towards their room. "And I we would be getting rid of this mask as well." Edward blurted out and Andrea paused in her steps. "What do you mean exactly?" She didn't believe what her husband had just said. Wasn't he hiding his face from the world? Hasn't he always worn a mask? Why does he want to suddenly pull it off? Is it because of me? Won't be be in danger or something? Andrea put off changing out of her office clothes and went back to the kitchen.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

Pointed at the inscription on the door "this is the ladies restroom. I don't think he will make a mistake by entering here." “I doubt Mr. Gracias would be foolish enough to come in here,” Mackenzie snapped, her words sharp and hurried. “Maybe I should give him a call,” Alisha suggested—and Mackenzie’s heart instantly lurched. If Alexander’s phone rang, their secret would be exposed. Heat spread across Mackenzie’s palms as sweat gathered; she clenched her fists tightly. Her throat tightened as she watched Alisha dial the number. Mackenzie lowered her gaze to the floor, bracing herself for whatever disaster might follow. Her heart hammered violently against her chest, each beat stealing her br

Jaxen answered. "Find out where she's at." He turned away from him and picked up his black-silver Venetian half mask and put it on. His upper face was completely hidden, save for his eyes. While opting for a full-face mask would have better concealed his identity, the half mask was not a bad choice either. If someone didn't know him, he wouldn't be recognized at all. There was no deeper reason for his choice of anonymity. Or rather, for his decision to maintain a low-key profile.