Masked Feelings Novels & Stories

* Liam was angry that he was in such an awkward position with a guy. He could te the masculinity of the stranger from how deep his voice was. Liam held his breath as the stranger struggled with the buttons. *It can't be that hard.* Liam thought as his eyebrows created together in a frown. He was beginning to get impatient that he raised his head to look at whoever the stranger bumper was. Liam didn't think he could be more repulsed by a person than he was by the person in front of him. *Why in the world will a sane person be wearing a mask out in the afternoon. A face mask for that matter.* Liam found himself focusing on something else.

Watching the masked man finish his fight like it was nothing. He didn’t even celebrate. He just walked back slowly. But before he turned around, he glanced at the crowd — at me. Our eyes met. Or maybe I imagined it. I don’t know. But the moment his eyes found mine, I couldn’t breathe. I felt something tear open inside me. A pain. A longing. A fire. My eyes watered. I blinked and looked down quickly. This can’t be real. This isn’t normal. I rubbed my stomach again.

Just another reminder of how little my feelings mattered in this twisted arrangement. Fiona's eyes narrowed at my silence, the facade of kindness slipping. "What's wrong, Maya? Don't you want me to wear it?" I'd heard this tone, seen this act too many times before. The initial shock, the pain of betrayal - they had dulled over time, leaving only a hollow emptiness. I met her gaze, my face a carefully crafted mask of indifference. My lack of reaction seemed to infuriate her more than any words could have. The sweetness in her voice turned to venom. "Oh, I see. You're too good to even respond now, is that it?"

Chapter 130 — The Masked Woman’s POV I stormed out of the courtroom, my mask tight against my face, but it didn’t hide the fury boiling inside me. Every step I took felt heavy with frustration, as if the floor beneath me were conspiring against me. When I reached my office, I slammed the door shut, and everything on my desk, the files, the papers, even the cup of coffee were scattered across the floor. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from rage.

I murmured into her ear, "what it feels like to give someone everything? Every secret, every scar, every fucking part of yourself, and then realize it was just business to them?" She spun on her heel and looked up at me, “And do you know what it feels like?” she hissed, as she got right in my face. “To keep the ugliest parts of yourself locked away because you can’t trust anyone with them? And then have someone walk in wearing a fucking mask and violating every inch of it like it’s their right?”

( Flashback ) “ Why are you so gloomy like a ghost ? You scared me . “ asked Mel when she stepped in the room after applying her facial mask on . “ I am going through a heartbreak . “ said Luna with a depressed expression . Mel looked at her dear best friend as she laid on the bed with her face covered with a pillow . “ I have had enough of this depressing aura of yours . The mask I am wearing now is expensive and if it doesn’t work on my skin it will be all the fault of this mood . Get your pretty chubby ass up from the bed . Right this instant . “ said Mel with an annoyed tone . “ Can you leave me be Mel ? I am very sad now . “ said Luna . She looked at her and realised that the situations

Her head throbbed, her leg was stiff, and every movement she made felt like it sent waves of pain through her already exhausted body. But what was worse than the physical pain was the emotional toll. She could still feel the weight of the court case, the tension, the fight for justice, and now the aftermath. Cressida’s arrest was a relief, but it hadn’t washed away the burden. Instead, it had left her with a hollow feeling. Her body was broken, and her heart was trying to process everything. The fear, the anxiety, the unrelenting feeling that she couldn’t breathe—it was too much.

But Blaze, engulfed by the storm of his emotions, blocked them out, steeling himself against their pleas. But Blaze, caught in the tempest of his emotions, shut them out, fortifying himself against their pleas. His expression shifted from one of anguish to a cold, detached façade. This mask of stoicism was his armor, a way to distance himself from the rawness of his own feelings and the tumultuous reality he faced.

I wanted more to life than misery but I guess I was craving what would never come or be. Tears mixed with water dripped all over my face. I fell on the floor and clenched my fist. I can’t explain how I felt but it was a feeling I never want anyone to feel. I felt anger, fear, sadness, helplessness, and betrayal all cooked up in me.

"Nothing matters if he is not here! No amount of food can fill the emptiness." Tears welled up in my eyes, a combination of sorrow and anger blurring my vision. I felt like a storm, waves of emotion crashing against the fragile shore of my composure. The maid stepped back, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern, uncertain how to respond to my outburst.