Masked Feelings Novels & Stories

"Disgusting. She’s got the face of an angel but the heart of a liar." Michelle sat stiffly on the couch in Raymond’s penthouse, her hands clenched around her phone as she scrolled through the never-ending barrage of hate. Each comment felt like a dagger, chipping away at the fragile sense of control she had left. Hitting her in the chest so hard that it made it difficult for her to breathe properly.

The overwhelming emotions were too much to bear, and she felt as if she were talking to a wall, her despair growing with every passing second. Isabel pressed her forehead against his hand, sobbing uncontrollably. The thought of a future without Mason's presence in their lives was too traumatic to bear. She was so lost in her pain that she didn’t notice the slight movement of Mason's eyelids. "Mason!" A sympathetic feminine voice from the doorway of the ICU broke through her grief. Isabel looked up to see Addison standing there with a nurse, carrying a bouquet of white roses and wearing a mask of concern. Isabel frowned in annoyance, her emotions roiling at the sight of Addison’s seemingly su

I found myself wanting to reach out and hug her, to offer comfort in the midst of her sorrow. She wasn’t just a pawn in this intricate game; she was a very lonely one at that. Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, were now clouded with a sense of defeat that tugged at my heart. I could see the strain etched into her features—the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, how the corners of her mouth trembled, as if she was fighting against an invisible weight.

A sin that made him hate himself every single day. "I would change something in my past," he replied, eyes distant now. The tone of his voice caught her attention and she turned to face him. She noticed anguish breaking through his carefully placed mask. His eyes were two abysss of unspoken misery that seemed to go on forever. All traces of smile and mirth was gone now, replaced by a deep-rooted sadness that he couldn't express. He was suffering in silence.

Their lips remain inches apart, still wet from the action they had stopped abruptly the moment I stepped in. For a moment, everything else disappears. The plans leave me, my new position feels nothing and the mask I've spent the entire morning carefully putting together fades away. All I can feel is pure hatred and rage. I feel my hands jerk at my sides, ready to do something… anything. No… not just anything.

"I never said it was you, but you just admitted to it. That's a little boring." It took a moment for everyone to process what had just happened, and their jaws dropped. The person they had always seen as gentle, bright, and reliable was suddenly exposed in a way none of them had imagined. Before Zachary could say anything else, Melissa grabbed her bag and stood up. He reached out to stop her and tried to explain, but she slapped him twice before turning and leaving. That should have been the end of it, but Vexana couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up as well, her expression tense and flustered.

The air in the support group meeting room, usually thick with a hushed, communal sadness, felt different for Amelia. It was sterile, yes, the plastic chairs unforgiving, the fluorescent lights casting a stark, unflattering glow on the faces around her. Yet, tonight, a subtle shift had occurred. Her husband’s absence, a gaping wound that had seemed insurmountable only weeks ago, was still there, a phantom limb ache that would likely never truly disappear. But the raw, visceral agony had begun to soften, replaced by a profound, aching emptiness that felt, in its own way, almost bearable.

feels sharper than any insult. It’s embarrassing. I can feel the tears soaking into my shirt, my nose is running, my vision is blurry, a watery mess. I thought this was the start of the rest of my life, but it’s just the end of everything I’d planned. I feel small. I feel hollow. I’m just slumped against the wall, weeping like a child because the person I built my whole future around just walked out of the frame, and I have no idea how to be alone in this room anymore.

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

His face went complete blank. I smiled a painful smile after witnessing his expression, unconsciously my fingers started caressing his cheek. As he felt my touch he opened his eyes looking into mine deeply. The intensity of our touch was something I've never experienced before. His eyes reflected pain and vulnerability, causing me to feel helpless as I couldn't do much to take his pain away. He's becoming my world and I can't even take his pain away. Pathetic.