Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

My head turns around to glance at his freezing jaw with a lazy, unbothered expression after hearing his breath catch in his throat. "Your alpha brain must be deeply surprised." My fingers play with the stretchy edges of the fake mask in my lap. "My own expression was completely similar to yours when my hands first obtained this potion skin from the secret traders. However, this mask still carries its own major drawbacks. Although its pores are waterproof against rain, the material will wrinkle up the exact second it meets slightly warm water, making it incredibly uncomfortable to wear on my cheeks." Riven’s silver pupils are firmly glued to my bare skin, finding it absolutely impossible to t

In class, she played the role of the gentle friend who shared snacks and helped me out. After school, she was the one who brought a gang of people with her and locked me in a small, dark room. In the pitch-black storage room, she'd tape my mouth shut and slap used toilet paper over my eyes. When I tried to resist, it only got worse. When I told the teacher, Melissa was always the first to apologize. She insisted it was just friends messing around. When I told Dad, he forgave her after seeing her face and scolded me instead, saying I wasn't being friendly with my classmates.

The atmosphere in the Eternity Grand hotel Presidential Suite was heavy with a sudden, sharp clarity. As Preston stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights blurred into a cold reminder of the mess he had created. When Vivica’s name flashed on his screen, he didn't feel the usual rush of excitement; instead, he felt a crushing sense of suffocation. When Vivica realized that she had let her mask slip and exposed her shallow fears, she immediately shifted into damage-control mode. Her voice, once sharp and panicked, dissolved into a soft pleading tone, “Honey, you completely misunderstood me.

Of recognition. A sob rises in me, brutal, wrenching. I swallow it, transforming it into a stifled hiccup that shakes my whole body. The tears, finally, break the dam. They flow, silent, burning, over my perfect mask, over my impeccable cheeks. They fall on the pale blue sheet, making small dark spots. I don't know how long I stay there, my hand prisoner in his, crying silently over the man I wanted to destroy and whom I have, perhaps, simply finished off.

The moment I stepped inside the restroom, I headed straight for the mirror. The first thing I did was remove the mask. And the second I saw my reflection properly, I grimaced. God. Even with the mask hiding half my face, the damage was obvious. The tears had left faint tracks through my makeup. My mascara had smudged beneath one eye. The powder around my cheeks and nose no longer sat evenly. My lipstick had faded. I looked exhausted. Angry. Emotional. Exactly what I didn’t want anyone to see. I opened my clutch.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, though she had tried to keep her voice steady. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried my face in her lap and sobbed uncontrollably, my whole body shaking. She couldn’t console me at first, she was crying too. After a few minutes, I lifted my head. My mother wiped my tears with the edge of her faded blue wrapper. I took a deep breath and said, “But before I leave with Solomon for the city, can I see Efosa? I can’t leave without seeing him.”

Ah, iyon lunch box… Ngumiti siya sa akin at pinisil ang magkabilang pisnge ko. Nag-iwas ako ng tingin at nagsisimula ng magpunas ng luha. He raised my chin and I met his eyes. Natigilan ako sa ginawa nito. His thumb grazed on my cheeks as he was wiping my tears. Everyone was so busy consoling my sealed feelings. They kept on asking me if I am doing okay and if I probably cry, they will just surely tell me that everything will be fine or try to stop me from crying even more.

Neri's Pov I slowly stepped in and walked near a wide door. I put on my mask and hairnet. The overalls and even the plastic shoes I held the knob, and I slowly opened the door. I tried to smile, though it was so hard to give even a little of it. I have been looking at a vegetative woman lying on a hospital bed. She is having a peaceful sleep, and her life depends on how the machine works. It's been a month...

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."