Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

His shoulders shook slightly allowing her to see the mask he had placed on his face crack from the pressure. "To be honest... Overwhelmed and exhausted" Skye said lowly as his eyes drooped heavily, his eyes growing painful from the tears that were fighting against his willpower. However he continued to allow them to stay in place knowing that it would be embarrassing to break down in front of a complete stranger.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

the woman then softly touched her face and got up from the bed. Inside the bathroom she then quickly removed the face mask she was wearing below which there was a face which was filled with red coloured spots while somewhere now starting to turn black, the eyes of that lady were filled with revenge as she softly touched her face with her trembling hands before she closed her eyes and put the face mask back on her face

Add to that her face was filled with makeup. “How are you, Doctor? This is for you,” she said while smiling. The eyes mirrored the soul. She was smiling but I could see her sadness. Why did I have to see those sorrowful eyes? Sometimes, I regret taking psychology. I could see pain. I could feel it. Even in other people. I'm just a masochist towards Atlas that I kept on pushing those thoughts aside. I shook my head at the thought. I smiled forcefully out of respect. I accepted the plastic container.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Then she thought of removing them but how Then she finally surmount courage and start undressing him, she remove the shirt first and couldn't resist the sight of his six packs, she stare at them for some seconds and finally come back to her senses She then removes the trouser by closing one of her eyes, and do the same for the boxer, as she removes the boxer she quickly uses the duvet in the bed to cover him with her eyes closed She decided to clean him up a bit, she enters the toilet and take a bowl with water, and added a drop of Dettol to it, she approach Jack and start to clean him when she reach her chest, she keeps staring non stop, and got carried away by the moment, she remembers the

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

It had been two days since we had made our plan to help each other's deceitful plans and even though I had intended to let her stay in the hospital for a couple more days for further observation, my grandma had insisted that she be discharged. I could not help but admire the beauty that was sitting next to me. I would consider my work on her face to be my best reconstruction. I had indeed taken my time to ensure she did not have any scars or imperfections mostly out of guilt for having destroyed the masterpiece that had originally been her face. However, I had ensured I kept some features of her old face. Tania was wearing black Ray Ban wayfarers. Her eyes were not fully recovered and were s

"I'm going to ask him! Papa has the big Band-Aids!" "Henry! Wait—" Richard started to stand, then stopped. He stayed on his knees in the mud. He looked at the house. He looked directly at the window where I was standing. He knew I heard. I turned away from the glass. I couldn't look at him anymore. The clinical mask I’d spent years building was cracking. My chest felt tight. My throat burned. I reached up and wiped my face. My finger came away wet. A single tear. I didn't let the second one fall. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my lab coat.