Julie Masks Novels & Stories

She’d have to grin and suffer with it, because there wasn’t any time to see a doctor soon. She’d set up to see her doctor next week on Monday. It wasn’t like she was dying; no, it was only annoying. This was when masking became an asset, temporarily at least. She could suffer and no one would know. Julie knew she’s regret it, but what did she care if it meant she didn’t screw her life up by missing out on something and disappointing everyone? She knew she was people pleasing at the expense of her health, but her track record with doctors made her dread seeing any. Even the ones she could even remotely trust.

he said pointing to my hand. I opened the clutch bag Venecia had given me before we left Crestwood Manor. Inside was indeed a mask, a beautiful Colombina with black crested jewels matching the color of my dress. "It's stunning," I beamed admiring the piece of ornament that glinted over the moon creating Kaleido shapes. "Let me help you," offered Yulian taking the mask from my hand. He went to my back and clasped each elastic cuff between my ears. "Mi Eliza, just stay within my reach."

Shit, this makes me nervous. "Before you go inside, you must use this, ma'am. Tonight is a special night of the month when we do this masquerade party. So, anyone can meet others without knowing his or her identity." Josh gives me a white lace mask. "Okay, so no one will know me?" "Yes, correct, and here, use this bracelet. Enjoy your night, ma'am." Lucky for me. Not even Selene or Gabriel can't identify me. This is so good.

he hesitated, then continued with a grin, “I can not wait to meet an old friend.” The man nodded and walked away without replying. *** The following morning, Julia woke up beaming. “Today would be great!” She said with a smile. It was so weird that she could be this happy after shedding lots of tears last night. Recalling that, she hurried to examine her face in the mirror. Of course, it was bloated and red, as she had expected. The sight of it was really noticable and she thought of what to use to conceal it. Out of nowhere, she thought of the black shades she had noticed in one of the drawers. She went over to the drawer and pulled it out. Hopefully, it was still there, and when she tested

No matter the day or time, that room was always empty, waiting for whenever he needed an escape. Soon, the bright gold lights of the Grand Horizon came into view. Julian drove past the heavy security gates and pulled into the private parking section at the side of the building. He turned off the engine, and the sudden silence felt heavy. Before pulling off his helmet, Julian reached into his pocket and took out a black cloth face mask. He slid it over his nose and mouth, pulling his hoodie tight over his head. The last thing he wanted was for a group of paparazzi or fans to recognize him and start taking photos.

When I came out, my hair still damp, she was waiting with a pink robe and a face mask. She tied the robe snugly around me and started applying the mask with exaggerated focus. “You need to look sweet and natural, like this is your everyday routine,” she said, frowning in concentration. “Cassia, you’re insane,” I laughed. “Insanely helpful,” she corrected, standing back to admire her work. “Perfect. Now you look like a soft girl in a perfume commercial.” When Julien arrived, I heard his familiar knock and the quiet sound of his footsteps. He stepped in, looking effortlessly handsome in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was carrying some boxes, then went back to the car for mor

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

It hugged my figure, falling in smooth, elegant lines down to my ankles, and I had left my dark hair down in soft, loose waves. The moment the front glass revolving doors spun, Julian walked in, looking sharp in a blazer. But the second he reached me, he didn't offer a polite greeting. Instead, he pulled a soft, black silk sleeping mask out of his coat pocket with a mischievous grin. "What is that?" I asked, eyeing the piece of fabric with immediate suspicion. "Your golden ticket to a surprise," Julian said smoothly, stepping closer. "Turn around, Bella." "Julian, absolutely not," I protested, taking a step back and crossing my arms. "I am not putting a blindfold on. What is this, a kidnappi

Julian pulled the invitation cards from his car while giving two to Justin and Victoria. "I think we should cover our faces!" Victoria muttered as she grabbed a piece of attention. "Right, Mom and Dad can not see us unless we choose to reveal ourselves to them." Merry continued, staring at her mother and father. "I thought of it!" Julian exclaimed as he pulled the masks from his car. "You got it!" Justin chuckled while taking one of the masks from his hand before wrapping it around his mouth. Haha, yeah, Julian is the backup plan for Merry. Victoria also wears a mask over her face.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.