Julie Masks Novels & Stories

“Master, are you sure about this?” Julian looked at him. The mask he usually wore when meeting Danice lay on the box on the back seat next to him, revealing his handsome face. His ice-blue eyes held a hint of anticipation—and a bit of nervousness—but they were unwavering. He nodded. “Yes.” Danice wanted him to be truthful and honest. This was his answer. He wanted to appear before her as Julian—his true identity. “…But if your uncle and father find out you’re here…”

On the other hands, Emmie felt that it was better to take matters into her own hands and ask Ysabelle what she was up. Emmie choose a cat masks and put it on directly. She then come out of the room. Joshua saw a woman wearing a cat mask in the crowd . She was sitting gracefully. The exquisite dress on her showed her perfect calves. This woman had the perfect figure. She should be a stunner.

He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. Before him stood a man—a shadowy figure wearing a mask that obscured his face completely. The mask was expressionless, cold, almost inhuman. The air around him felt heavy, charged with menace. Without a word, the masked man stepped forward and struck. A harsh punch landed squarely on Julian’s jaw, sending a sharp shock of pain rippling through his face. His head snapped sideways, teeth grinding painfully. Julian gritted his teeth, swallowing the scream that threatened to escape. The pain was raw, burning deep into his skin and bone. The masked man’s fist came again, faster this time—a relentless barrage of blows that hammered into Julian’s ribs, stomach,

Jonason then went to Miley and said, "There are so many masks. Is it necessary?" Miley came over and looked at it. She nodded and said, "Of course. See, I brought a lot too for today. I will choose which to use according to my skin condition or my mood. There are hydrating ones, anti-wrinkle, brightening and even specialized equipment. There are eye masks in this photo too. Is this your brother's collection?" "Yes," Jonason nodded. Miley patted Jonason on the shoulder and said, "Learn from your brother! Go and grab all the masks he has!"

I want him to see how vastly different, how strikingly beautiful, and how utterly unattainable I’ve become while he wasn't looking. See me now, Julian? You don't even recognize the woman you discarded. But then reality checks me. This isn't even my real face. It’s a three-thousand-dollar mask. “I'd like that very much,” I say in my Spanish lilt. “But let me not intrude—” “No, I insist,” Julian cuts in. He pauses, the back of his head far into the headrest. “Besides, Berry told me you're something of a computer woman. Are you in finance, too?”

With my hair, it didn't take much time since it was somewhat straight, although the humid weather sometimes messed it up. "Have I ever told you that you have beautiful hair?" she asked. "Millions of times." "Well, I never get tired of saying it," I replied, recalling her compliment. "What will you wear today?" she asked. "A bra, a green sequin skirt, black open-toed heels with a platform, and, of course, my emerald green sequin mask." "Wow, you're going to shine with that sparkling green," she commented. "That's what Julie wants," I said with a sigh. I didn't know why she asked me to wear these clothes today.

She recklessly pulls the towel from the hook and ties it around her before leaving her bathroom. Julie loosened her robe rope, removed it from her body, and laid it on her bed. Next, she picks up her dress and puts it on. Her hands reach down to the zip and struggle to pull it up. She finished zipping it and went in front of her mirror to touch up her makeup. She opened her makeup bag and decided on a glittery appearance. Julie mixed charcoal and silver eye shadow to create a deep and sultry look on her eyelids, combining it with a glossy peach lipstick to enhance her lip.

the grin on Melissa’s face increased, “your mum told me and that is why I called you out. You have been working too much lately, you need some break” Rebecca’s forehead creased into a slight frown. Just how close were the two of them for Melissa to even have her mother’s phone number? “The designer will have your clothes sent to the house later, it sure looks very pretty” Her statement and her smile made Rebbeca cringe, she hated her guts. “Just how close are we?” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could even stop herself and the frown on Melisa’s face did not go unnoticed by her.

And now—the only one who could drag him back out. ~Mackenzie~ She sat before the wide mirror, its frame surrounded by glowing bulbs that threw a warm light across her face. A row of costumes hung neatly behind her—silk, sequins, and velvet waiting their turn. She leaned closer to the glass, pressing a deep shade of lipstick to her lips, slow and steady, like an artist completing the last stroke of a painting. She slipped on her glittering earrings, letting them sway with every small movement, then adjusted the curve of her dress. She took a breath, inhaling the mix of powder, perfume, and faint cologne that lingered in the air.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"