Julie Masks Novels & Stories

"Okay!" Ash appeared timely and took Julie away, giving Charlotte and Griffith a chance to talk alone. As soon as Julie left, Charlotte took a step forward and hugged the man's waist. She wore a white coat, a mask, and sunglasses, as usual. As she got closer, she quickly pulled down her mask, pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead, and kissed the man's lips forcefully, making a smacking sound. After the kiss, she stepped back, fully armed with her mask and sunglasses.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

I nodded slowly. “I know it’s a mask, Akayda.” My eyes locked on hers. “Why do you have this mask?” It was a simple question. But the real question I was asking was much deeper. Why do you have Jade Firefly’s mask? She looked away. That was the first red flag. Then she smiled nervously. “It was from a costume party. Er… Mel forgot it was a costume party so we had to get masks there.” Her voice wasn’t steady. And she still wouldn’t look me in the eye.

How Lady Vexley’s smile turned venomous when she thought no one was looking. A warm hand slipped into mine. "Stop scowling," Julise murmured, her voice rich with amusement. "We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves. And gathering secrets" I turned—and for a moment, forgot to breathe. Julise stood bathed in candlelight, her flame-red curls piled artfully atop her head with gold pins shaped like tiny daggers. Her mask was a masterpiece of rose-gold lace and delicate thorns, the edges dusted with something that made it shimmer when she moved. But it was her gown that stole attention—crimson so deep it looked black in the shadows, the bodice cinched tight to emphasize the pale glow of her skin, t

Amelia paced back and forth in front of me, her eyes darting around the room. "Trust me, this masked party won't be like any other you've been to. You'll have a great time, I promise," she said, grabbing my hand. I hesitated, still feeling raw and hurt from my recent break-up with Jonathan. I had no desire to go out and socialize, but Amelia was insistent. "I don't know, Amelia. I'm not really in the mood for a party right now," I said, trying to pull my hand away.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly but she quickly turned an expressionless face to Julia. "Ms Julia you have a visitor," Mary informed Julia who was halfway up the stairs. Julia turned to see who it was only to see Jason standing in her living room looking in her direction. He still had on the baseball cap and nose mask. "Mary please leave us," Julia requested. "Sure, Ms Julia. I will go to the grocery store and stop at the dry cleaners to pick up the cleaned clothes we sent there," Mary informed Julia and Julia nodded telling her she was okay with that.

She prepared it with a fried chicken and small sweet potatoes. Mike could smell the aroma from the sitting room. The aroma is enough to tell him how delicious the meal would be. He found himself salivating without seeing the food. Soon, Julie was done and she headed to the room to change. She already knew the dress to wear. It was a green transparent dress that she had never wore, one out of three sexy dresses she bought because of Jason. She had wore the black and red ones. Now she was going to wear the most sexy one for his sister's bully.

“I hate this feeling.” Julian pulled back slightly. His eyes looked dark behind his mask. “But you are wet for it,” he answered. “Your body knows what it needs. Now go back to the target. Flirt more. Make him talk about the payments.” He removed his hand and straightened my dress. I felt exposed. Used. My legs shook as I walked back toward the man in the gold mask. He smiled when he saw me return.

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

She didn't say a single word. She had been abandoned by her husband and written off by her family in the same breath. Her image and her status had always been nothing more than a disguise. Without it, she was nothing. "Melissa, it's okay," Zachary said gently. "Those philistines only care about profit. They were holding you back. Losing them might actually be a good thing for you." It was the same routine he had used back in high school, always stepping in as the considerate savior.