Masked Feelings Novels & Stories

As Vivian glanced down at her phone and saw a text from her mother, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach, accompanied by a familiar sense of sadness and frustration. She knew from experience that her mother had a knack for using emotional blackmail to manipulate her. Reading the words on the screen, her heart sunk even further. The message accused Vivian of not showing up to support her sister, implying that she was selfish or uncaring. It struck a nerve deep within her, reopening old wounds and stirring up memories of a painful incident.

"Carnage. But it's not a bad one. This city needs a bit of carnage, and your mask can do that." My mind went over what Isabella said about the mask for the entire day. Actions, words, and even feelings were all in a daze for me. Food didn't focus, and everyone's words seemed muted, and touches felt as though I was standing at the other end of a bubble.

Those words made me smile and warmly look at him. "Missing someone that you care about can make you feel all sorts of things. It can make you feel lonely and sad but it also makes you feel warm inside. There is not a single moment in any day that I did not find myself missing you since you left, Gav." He emotionally stated. His words made me uncontrollably blush and stirred my feelings for him. A warmth spread through me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. How could anyone not be swept away by such heartfelt words?

I want to run, but my body refuses. He brushes a strand of hair off my face, face filled with twisted affection. My stomach twists. “It’s nothing personal, Sharon. Just tradition.” I don’t know what to feel. My mind is a scramble as if someone had dumped my brain into a high-powered blender. I feel like I’m scattered into pieces, and each piece feels a different emotion. Sadness, anger, rage, melancholy, disgust…but most of it just feels numb. I am numb. I watch the proceedings as if someone else is going through this.

I whimper as I look at him with tears streaming down my face . His face contorts to sadness and hurt . I can already feel the disappointment in waves and it is now affecting me so much . Marking me automatically makes me feel his emotions and pain . It's like a boomerang. If I hurt him I hurt myself too . That's the curse of the mark . My chest heaves rapidly as I wipe the tears from my face " leave ne alone ! Just stop ! Please get out !" "I'm not going to leave you after what just happened and I won't allow you to reject me,"he growls .

I replied smoothly, keeping my face blank. As soon as David turned his back and walked toward a quieter hallway to answer the phone, my smile completely vanished. The heavy, fake mask slipped off my face, leaving me feeling hollow and exhausted. My throat was dry, like sand, and the tension of the last hour had left a dull, aching hunger in my stomach.

Every muscle in my body tenses, caught between the urge to lash out and the desperate yearning to reach out to him. But his gaze doesn't meet mine, his eyes distant and unreadable. The warmth that had bloomed in my chest withers under his indifference. In fact, I can barely sense a trace of his emotions anymore, like a radio tuned to a dead frequency. It's as if a thick fog has descended, obscuring his true feelings. The connection we once shared feels severed, replaced by a chilling distance.

The walk home from the coffee shop was colder than the morning had promised. Isabelle pulled her jacket tighter, but the chill seemed to be coming from the inside. Carla’s words echoed in her mind, each one a sharp, stinging slap of reality. “Feelings can’t fix someone who won’t open up.” The phrase repeated itself like a mantra, a stern, unwavering voice of reason in the chaotic swirl of Isabelle’s emotions.

Desperation laced my words, a crescendo of confusion and need. His response was a smile, tight and unreadable, a mask that offered no clues. He turned away, leaving me adrift in a sea of doubts. In the silence of my room, I wrestled with my emotions—was it sadness that cloaked my heart, or was I simply expecting too much?

The masked man let out a long sigh as he narrowed his eyes at Fane. His gaze might have been so intense that it caused Fane, even though he was quite a distance away, to turn toward his direction. Despite the mask covering his face, Fane could still tell what expression laid beneath the mask just by looking at his eyes. Was it defiance? Jealousy? Perhaps bitterness? Fane let out a cold laugh. What did it matter if the masked man felt this way? A loss was a loss. Fane's cold smirk evoked the masked man's anger.