Mask Of Deception Novels & Stories

"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?"

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

I hoped that Gael would take the cue and change the subject, but instead, he spoke up, giving a fake response that made my heart ache. "We're actually trying right now," he said, smiling at me and putting his arm around my shoulders. "We're really excited about the possibility of starting a family." I felt like I was going to throw up. Gael was lying, and I knew it. He didn't want to have children with me. He didn't even want to be married to me. But he was pretending to be a loving husband, just to impress his parents. I forced a smile and played along, but inside, I was seething. I couldn't believe that Gael was doing this. I couldn't believe that he was lying to his parents and pretending

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

The woman I had trusted with my life had been deceiving me all along. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, her eyes filled with a profound sadness. "Yes, it's true, Ethan. I was only trying to protect you. You're a billionaire's son, and we have a reputation to uphold. Ava isn't of our class, and I was afraid that marrying her would tarnish our family's name. She's from a poor background, and we don't need her in our family." Her words felt like a dagger in my heart, and I struggled to comprehend the depth of her deception. All this time, I had been living a lie. My mother's actions had shaped the course of my life, and I had been none the wiser.

“I recall him saying the organization uses a mask forged from dark magic to conceal their identity. This mask allows them the ability to morph into anything they want—including another human. What if Cedric doesn’t even exist? What if T-Murek is just Cedric in disguise? Although it’s not a logical explanation, but that answers a lot of questions. Cedric didn’t just come into existence a year ago, that could be when T-Murek started using him as a disguise.” “Quite the contrary, I think,” William snapped a reply. “Are you forgetting what the kid had said about T-Murek not being the man we think he is? Now that I think of it, it’s all starting to make sense. If T-Murek is his real identity and

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

Tinambol pa ni Adamson nang mahina ang mesa na tanging kaming kalapit na mesa lamang ang nakakarinig. Ford brushed his hair that was covering his whole forehead and almost reaching his sight with his hand. Sa ginawa niyang iyon ay nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataong pagmasdan ang kabuuan ng mukha niya nang walang sagabal. He really was good looking but he's aloof.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Deception wore a mask of love, and I danced blindly to its sinister tune. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the sterile white surroundings of the hospital room greeted me. The first thing that came into focus was Kirill's face, his eyes filled with concern which is nothing but fake. Memories flooded back, and a heavy ache settled in my chest. His hand reached for mine, but the weight ofhis betrayal pressed on my heart.