Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

ASTRID The raw truth of my words hangs in the air between us. He just stares at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his own eyes suspiciously bright. The mask is gone, completely. All that’s left is the man beneath — wounded, fierce, and so, so vulnerable. He brings a hand up, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushes a tear from my cheek. The touch is so tender it makes me cry harder.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

- she added, handing him a piece of paper and a pen. - I don't see a problem.- Hyun Jung replied, then almost immediately wrote the address on a piece of paper in a very nice and legible handwriting, then handed her the paper and pen.- I understand that you must check it out. Honestly speaking, I am curious if you will find anything. Because I've heard you can tint the windows with foil, and then tear it off so maybe it's possible...- he thought for a moment.- It's better if technicians check it out.- he added at the end.

I rushed to Gio and tried holding him by the hand. Gio took another direction and grabbed the mask from where it was laying. He knelt on the floor, trying to hold back his tears. He shaped the mask on the floor and I tightened my eyes. "I know what this mask means. I know everything," he revealed. His held-back tears started flowing freely down his cheeks and I became cold like ice. "I don't give a damn about your tears," I responded to him with a cold tone. He tightened his face and stared at me with his already red eyes.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

Victoria adjusted face mask one last time before entering Westmount Academy. The mask covered her scars extending high enough to meet the large sunglasses that hid her eyes. Her backstory was simple and impossible to verify immediately, laryngeal surgery requiring her to wear a mask and limit speaking. Her false credentials had cost Marcus a small fortune but appeared flawless. The real Ms. Winters, who was supposed to substitute for the dance teacher today, had received an urgent message about a family emergency, fabricated by Marcus and delivered convincingly.

"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?"

The moment the comments exploded with “face reveal, face reveal,” my heart leapt into my throat. I knew the kind of man he was and he could decide to ruin me. I couldn’t breathe. It was like every eye on that screen reached into my chest and dragged me naked into the open. My hands trembled as I slammed the laptop shut so hard it nearly cracked. My reflection in the black screen stared back at me, wild-eyed,teary ,mascara running down my cheeks, lips still swollen from being used.

I still need to show him whose boss. I grab a mini string and wrap it on his penis and testicles. His balls are a few spaces apart after wrapping the rope. His big cock is holding the rope together. Then, I grab a 228M blackline triple chain nipple jewelry clamps. I put on his nipples, so that I can pull and twist them for some nipple play. The last thing I grab is a black and white leather whip. Moving my bag to the side. I unzip my mask, so that he can see my gorgeous face. I unzip the outfit, so that my bra and thong are exposed. Putting the outfit to the side as well.

For the first time in years I didn’t reach for another mask to cover it. Hot, fast and humiliating tears came rushing down my cheeks. They tracked down the good side of my face and dripped onto the mask in my lap. I swiped at them with the back of my hand but more followed. My shoulders shook as a sound clawed its way out of my chest, it was not a growl, and not a snarl, just a low broken keening that rose and fell like something dying. I pressed the heels of my hands to my eye sockets and tried to force the tears back inside where they belonged. They wouldn’t stay.