Mask With Tears Novels & Stories

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.

The tears keep coming and I keep letting them fall. I don’t know how long I spend crying. But soon, the tears stop coming. I get to my feet, wipe my eyes, and walk into the ring. I pick my mask up, running my shaky fingers over the smooth surface. In here, I don’t need to be Thorne. I don’t need a mask. I will make sure I never have to wear a mask again. I’ve shed my last tears for my lost love. It’s over now. Burned to ash. Never to be recovered.

To tame the beast inside him. “I’m sorry,” he sighed exhaustively, apologizing to me for the second time now even though he didn’t have to. “My bad. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He pulled away, “If you want me to stay with you and comfort you then I will stay with you.” He tried to wipe the teardrop beneath my eye but I quickly turned my face to the side to prevent him. If he did, the eye patch makeup will stain his palm and he will realize it’s fake. The texture of the artificial tear drop solution wasn’t as watery and as smooth to the touch as real tears. So he might also raise a brow at that.

But as soon as I rounded the corner and slipped into the nearest restroom, the mask shattered. I rushed into the last stall, dropped my helmet to the floor, and locked the door behind me. My back slammed against the cold tile as I slid down, breath catching in my throat. And then— I lost it. Hot, angry tears poured down my cheeks as a sob tore out of my chest. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to silence myself, but it didn’t work. It still hurt. God, it still hurt so much. Why did it hurt like this? Why couldn’t I breathe?

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

he points, nodding to her tear stricken face, and the woman jerks away from his hold with a glare. "It's nothing!" She defends, looking away and pulling down the car visor and sliding the mirror on. "I just need to fix my makeup. That's all." "What ruined it?" He presses, asking what it was that had her in tears all of a sudden. "Just..." she sighs, excusing it as nothing more than nerves as she cleans up the mascara smeared beneath her eyes. "I'm nervous. That's all." "Nervous?" he asks, unconvinced. "Really?"

She automatically looked at me then lowered her gaze to the handkerchief I was holding; looked like she was hesitant to take it but in the end, she accepted it. "T-thank you..." she uttered shyly and wiped away her tears. About a few minutes later, I think she seems to be feeling okay right now. I sat properly in the driver's seat and cleared my throat before shifting my gaze to her once again. "Uhm... Aren't you going to take that off?" I asked while pointing at her mask. I didn't think she could wipe the tears on her face very well because of that thing. She immediately looked at me and I saw how her eyes slowly widened. She gulped. My forehead furrowed at her reaction. What's the problem

The guard, with a heavy heart, replied, "I don't know, ma'am. It's just seeing Emma, dear. She didn't seem good at all." Meanwhile, Emma, overcome by emotions, slid down to sit on the cold studio floor, sending shivers through her satin attire. Her once-perfect makeup now painted a poignant picture as mascara, eyeliner, and kohl mingled with her tears. Despite her attempts to wipe away the evidence of her emotional turmoil, the relentless flow of tears persisted. The realization that she had inadvertently shattered her best friend's heart weighed on her, tearing her apart from the inside. The shattered makeup mirrored the fragments of her own conflicted emotions.

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

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