Mask Of Deception Novels & Stories

My chest tightens with a recognition I can’t place. I reach the door and pause. Through the gap, I see a bed angled toward the window, blinds drawn but leaking thin bands of early light. Machines stand sentinel, their screens alive with quiet green waves. And on the bed...... It’s me. I stop breathing. The figure lies perfectly still, and hair spread like a dark fan across the pillow. A pale blanket rises and falls with each slow inhale. The face, my face, holds the colour of morning milk. Eyes closed, Lips parted just enough to catch the soft hiss of oxygen.

Alexander drew Clara behind him, his body tight. "Who's present?" he screamed, his tone loud. For a short while, there was stillness. Then a guy came from the darkness, his face hidden by a mask that had them both afraid. "You shouldn't have come back," the stranger continued, their voice low and harsh. "Who are you?" Alexander demanded, his tone stern. The stranger approached closer, peeling down their mask to display a disfigured face. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you've made an awful mistake."

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

With my eyes still closed, I suddenly heard some faint footsteps replacing the heavy silence of the room. With every second, the footsteps grew louder and louder. Someone was here. My heart started pounding in a flash, who could be here? I gulped the saliva that collected in my mouth and slowly opened my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I saw a man covered in a black mask, wearing a black jacket, a pair of black pants and black boots. The light from the light bulb fell on him, illuminating him and he had a gun pointed to my face with his finger close to the trigger.

Her sudden position giving her the confidence to back chat my father. "And yes, people! You speaking to the new CEO of The De Luca corporation! And guess what you all FIRED! Including you Albert... Though as my husband." She gave out a sinister laugh, enjoying every moment of this. End of flashback The sudden movement beside me snapped me back to reality. Turning to look at the source of my destruction. I am met with Rosalies sleeping face, that had me wondering how naïve this woman is, to sleep in the presence of a MAN she barely knows.

Ruby, in a panic, wiped her tears and fumbled for her phone with shaking hands. As soon as she answered the call, her voice was calm, betraying no sign of the turmoil she had just shown. She was as convincing as she had ever been in her performances for me. I realized then that I had never truly known the woman who had been at my side for seven years, with her remarkable talent for deception. I tapped my phone screen lightly, and within moments, I had set my plan in motion. Soon, there was a knock at the suite door. Ruby's eyes, filled with questions, turned to me. I nodded for her to answer it.

He gawked at his father as if he was seeing him for the very first time as all the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. "You're sick," he whispered, scrambling to his feet. "What is it? Is it curable? What did the doctors say?" Nikolai turned ashen at the questions, his face as white as a sheet of paper. But as quickly as the mask had dropped, exposing his vulnerability, he slotted it back in place. And once again, he looked like the man Andrei had always known. Cold. Scheming. Power hungry. The trouble with masks, though, is that once they fall off, no matter how briefly, one can never unsee the ugliness they're meant to conceal.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

Shocked, instead of finding maggots or rotten brains, I felt warm skin beneath the skull, as if. “It- it's a mask!” I gaped. “But how- why- what?...” I trailed off, utterly confused. Confusion turned quickly to anger- I pried the mask from his face. “How dare you trick me into thinking that hideous thing was real, that any of this crap existed!” I screamed, glancing at the heavy disguise in my hands, so life-like it could've been on the shelves of forensics lab. It was as if a skull had been sawed off at the brow, and the inside was moist, like living bone. With a shriek of disgust I hurled it at him,

Both Delilah and Rhea thought it was not ideal to go alone, but I didn't see what could possibly go wrong. I let out a short, wry chuckle. "Come on, Dee, what could possibly go wrong?" I argued, slipping the mask over my face and examining my reflection in the mirror. The mask obscured the lower half of my face, transforming my appearance into something unrecognizable. "See? No one will know it's me." "But still—" Delilah began to protest, but I raised a hand, cutting her off.