Julie Masks Novels & Stories

Now, she’ll be fixing herself. Hmm . . . party sounds interesting to her. She went back to the hotel before the dawn came. Eura fixed herself for the party. She even orders a mask for it. A black mask with red lace border. There are small red sequins all over it. On the left side were a huge red flower and red feathers beside it. “This is perfect!” she uttered while looking at the mask in her hands.

Janet’s eyes moved over the selection until she chose a sleek, silver mask for herself. “Thanks!” She flashed a smile, adjusting the mask that hid her eyes behind its enigmatic gaze as she confidently walked into the party. ‘Hurry up and finish what you need to do so you can make a break from this annoying crowd!’ She whispered to herself. ‘I really hope I don’t run into anyone I know from the past.’

Juliana nodded firmly, although her lips were still closed and trembled several times. Juliana sat in front of the dressing table, busy removing the make-up from her face carefully. She uses soft cotton pads and fragrant facial cleansers, trying to bring back the brightness and beauty of her skin that is hidden behind layers of cosmetics. However, it was then, the frequent ringing sound of the cell phone from inside her bag stopped his activity.

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

The coolness of the water revived me slightly, replenishing some of the energy I had lost in the emotional turmoil of the past few hours. Meanwhile, Julian took a seat beside me on the couch, his expression serious and focused. It was clear that he had something important to discuss. Jelian joined us, settling into her own spot, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Alright, listen up," Julian began, his voice commanding yet reassuring. "We've had a taste of what those men in masks are capable of, and it's obvious they won't stop until they've accomplished their goals."

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

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.

Julian’s POV “I found this realistic face mask shop when I was traveling back here. I wanted to stop by to get one, but it was already getting late, and I was in a hurry to get back,” I shrugged, turning to wink at Karyna. Henri gave me a deadpan stare. “A skin mask,” he asked dully. “Yeah, that. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I confirmed, snapping my fingers. “I’m pretty sure I can get a good one easily,”

The lace, silk and ribbon were something a girl like Julia would wear to ensure she got fucked the moment she stepped into a room. Far from the types of things I was used to. “Bother you? I’m simply here to find a mask for the masquerade that’s taking place in the city,” he replied in a matter-of-fact, kind of way. As if it was normal to be shopping in this store at the same particular time as I was. Coincidence, maybe. But I wasn’t one to believe in that kind of thing. Narrowing my eyes I frowned. “Sure it is, if that’s the case then I believe our conversation is done. Now, if you will excuse me.”