Majora's Mask Side Quest Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” “Oh, I almost forgot, the lord magus has also said that you must not remove it unless he orders you. He said that he has made that mask for you. It would help you hide your aura and would make it more difficult for the duke to recognize you.” The lady servant added, curiously glancing at the stunning Lili as they walked through the wide halls. “It would trick the senses of anyone who looks at you. Anyway, the old master said that you should just stay in the corner, enjoy the food, and wait.” Lili stared at the mysterious masked in her hands. Without further ado, she immediately wore it over her face after hearing that it would make things more difficult for that bloody duke to r

I hum in agreement. Before we can move further, a servant steps forward, holding out a velvet tray filled with masks. I nudge her. “Pick one.” Her brows shoot up. “Wait… this is a masquerade?” I nod. Sid huffs. “Well, that explains your mysterious masked-woman look.” She reaches forward and selects a black mask studded with tiny diamonds, turning it in the light with clear approval. Then she glances at me and frowns. “Where’s Alex?”

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

My mother has been working in Casanova for a long time, and if they can ensure her safety, then they can surely ensure mine too. "Alright.. I'll do it." My grip on Mama V's hand turned firm. "Just tell me what I have to do." Mama V gave me a small, sad nod. "You have your mother's spirit. We start tomorrow. Welcome to the family, Aurelia." =====☆☆☆☆☆===== It feels like a nightmare, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, the reflection that stares back at me said otherwise. The white masquerade mask covered half of my face, the white bodice sparkling from the embedded crystals, and the short flowy white mini skirt told me that I look like a dream.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

🖤🩸”I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🖤🩸 … I twirled on the dance floor recalling it all. How I was just heading for level two when my assistant pulled me back. On her eyes lied a trustworthy glance, as she handed me a mask. “Take use this just in case. There are many predators here, you might want to be careful,” I nodded at her words, grabbing the mask from her, and putting it on in a hurry.

It was clear that she cared deeply for Mac Allister's well-being, just as I did. Curiosity piqued within me as I observed the golden-coloured mask adorning Chiara's face. It exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. "What happened to your face? Why are you wearing a mask?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity. A faint smile graced Chiara's lips as she replied, "We just finished having a mask party before you guys arrived. It's a little tradition we have here." Her answer only added to the enigmatic atmosphere surrounding this mansion and its inhabitants.

"That's not the only option, Ava. We'll find a way to make this work. You're not alone in this." Amelia burst into my room a few minutes later with the idea to revisit the party venue for clues. Skeptical but hopeful, we quickly got dressed. As I walked through the entrance, Memories flooded back from the other night but I waved it off. I was too worried to think about that. As soon as we arrived, we started searching for any clues. We spoke to the bartender, the DJ, and anyone who worked at the party. But no one had seen or heard anything about the man in the mask."

Was he finally surrendering? The door stayed closed. Steve’s obsession deepened into something darker and sweeter. He pictured Ken lying in the dark, hard and restless, fighting the memory of their violent kiss, fighting the image of Steve kissing Mark earlier, fighting the raw scenes unfolding all over the yacht. Steve slipped his own mask back on and returned to the main party, though his eyes kept drifting toward the corridor. He watched a masked couple slip into an empty side room, the door left ajar. He felt nothing.

“Maja, we have a lot of work to do darling.” I rubbed my eyes again. “Sorry, can I help you?” “We’ve been sent to help you with preparations for the Mateball,” The person with spikey hair, Maja, said. They gave me another look up and down. “Pietha’s right. We have a lot of work to do.” “Um,” I started. I heard Loren start to stir behind me and immediately froze. I stepped out of the door, closing it slightly behind me. I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Did the Queen send you?”