Julie Masks Novels & Stories

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

Self-conscious, I try to drag the glimmering bold dress to cover the glass-shaped legs. ‘Umm…Lizzian. One more tug and it will tear itself apart.’ Julie points out, slowly shuffling towards the back entrance. Her naturally beautiful eyes are disguised into cat eyes with smokey make-up and her long waist-length hair is left loose to flirt with the wind. She looks bold and hot—the opposite of the innocent beauty she used to be. I swear, the General’s spirit might be screaming in the heavens (or the hell? As the case may be). I take a glance at my appearance. If Julie looks like a stark image of a porn actress walking on Duong Street, I don’t look any less either.

After that, the five of them unhappily moved to the rest area. Alvin, Jason, and Cassandra sat together as they sipped their wine. Meanwhile, Sebastian sat with Rosalie on the other end. Cassandra was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Oh, right Mr. Janssen. Your family business has to do with cosmetics right?" "Have you heard of this viral face mask? The Artic Snow Mask?" she asked. "I heard that it's incredibly effective and a lot of my friends have recommended it to me!"

Before, Julio said that his family was very poor, she figured the whole family tried so hard to give him the opportunity to study abroad, and naturally, they had high hopes for him. Also masks were considered part of the costume in tournaments, not disallowed. Aurora immediately picked up a piece of cardboard and cut it into an irregular shape, traveling like water. Then applied a layer of glue on top and spread fine blue crystals on top. Next, the shape was fixed with steel wire. In just five minutes, a blue mask was ready. Darla looked on in awe. Aurora’s design talent was just awesome. Of course what amazed her even more was how Julio looked with this mask on.

“Huh?” Ella clapped her hands together. “You’re going.” “No, I'm not.” “I wasn't asking either.” Ella laughed and gave Olivia back her phone. “Get up, we're going shopping.” — The next evening – 6:59 p.m. The sound of heels echoed through the hallway of Ella's house as Olivia made her way down the stairs. Her black dress clings on her curves, her hair pinned up with loose curls and a red lip gloss gave just the right amount of everything she needed.

She pretended not to know. How was it possible? How could Amanda see through her? Amanda thoughtfully touched her chin. "Because I make these kinds of human skin masks myself. The person who made your mask isn't very skilled. I'm guessing you've been wearing that mask for many days. Do you know what the consequences will be? You'll get pimples all over your face. This glue is very irritating to the skin. It can perfectly fuse with the face, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake. But if you wear it for too long, there will be inflammation under the skin, and toxins can't be discharged, so pimples will appear on your face. These pimples aren't ordinary pimples; each one will be v

Her hair wasn’t in its usual ponytail so they flowed freely, cascading to her waist. Standing from here, she seemed happy, almost ecstatic but Luca was not fooled at all. He knew it was a sham. The happiness she oozed was as fake as her and Luca was determined to force the real person that hid behind that mask that she wore. She would never be able to fool him into believing she was innocent. There were no innocent people in the world anyone after Julie.

This time Juliana was burning with anger and pretended that she didn't notice but deep down she also wanted to make Adrian jealous. She took a look at all the guests. Although she couldn't recognize many of them because of their masks, she saw someone constantly looking at her. It was a young guy of the same age as her. But the thing which diverted her attention to that guy was the fact that he was wearing a white mask just like her. He was already looking at Juliana but Juliana was looking at his black curtained hairstyle and his lips which were giving a light red shade. She looked at his eyes, they were light brown like any other person but their shape was different. They were unique and d

billionaire behind the flour. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sleek, black silk mask. It covered my eyes and the bridge of my nose, looking more like something from a masquerade than a kitchen. "Monsieur Jean-Pierre," Julian said, appearing in the kitchen doorway. He looked sharp in a tuxedo, though his face still carried the scowl of a man who didn't trust anything with a French accent. "Why are you wearing a mask? The theme is 'Silver Rose,' not 'Phantom of the Opera.'"

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"