Masks From The Town Novels & Stories

The peace and segregation from the main town remind him of the reason he chose to leave on the outskirt. He hates the business of the town and the noise that came with it. The continuous screeching of cars, dogs barking and girls flooding the streets at night. His mind drifts back to last night. Last night when he was engaged. Last night his ring finger was coated in a beautiful metal ring since he did not have the money for the fancy one's but she appreciated it. At least, he thought she did. He will not spend another minute thinking of her and honestly, he feels better than he thinks he would. His heart is not as heavy as the previous day, it only stings a bit and he feels ready to go to w

Today is really an exhausting day, I want to sleep so bad right now, but I have to prepare all of the necessary stuff that we'd be using in the mission. I took my blazer off and placed it on the couch, and went upstairs to my room. I took some of my clothes and the gadgets that I'll need. I took my medical kits and placed them in a small bag. I took my other gadgets, such as an extra laptop, a smartphone with a secured line, an earpiece, and my handguns and flash grenades. We might not need it since we're going undercover at school, but it can still be risky. In a mission like this, anything can go wrong at any time, which is why we can never trust others and sometimes not even ourselves.

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.

But, of course, they have something that could distinguish between fake and real. Sherly's gaze hardened as she met Maria's eyes. "It's a rule set by my teacher, the founder of the Information Center in the underworld," she explained, her voice low and chilling. "Wearing masks is essential to protect ourselves from those who would seek to use us for their own gain. In normal society, no one can tell if you're part of the underworld or not. But in large gatherings like the Mafia ball, wearing a mask is necessary." Maria and Kim exchanged a glance, the gravity of Sherly's words sinking in as they realized the importance of the masks.

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

Focus tightens like a camera lens until only the work remains. Eventually, I noticed the tremor in my hands. I flex my fingers, rotate my wrists, stand, and walk to the window once more. The city smells different after hours, even from up here: faint ozone, damp concrete, the distant hint of something metallic. Below, a delivery truck splashes through a crosswalk, its headlights haloed in mist. A couple hurries along the sidewalk, sharing one umbrella. Their laughter rises faintly and fades.

“Next time I’ll pull off my mask and wear a hooded sweatshirt.” “Good, well at least you were able to throw them off. Anyways you should rest, we’ll arrive at the airport in 1hour.”

The citizens and tourists wore the splashes of kaleidoscopic masks crafted by talented artisans in the Blood Claws Pack with stretched grins. “Masks for the Welcoming Ceremony, everyone! One bronze for three pieces of masks!” A merchant with a protruding belly held out his hands to the crowd passing by his stand as he showed them a couple of masks. Masks were carved into a black wolf, a brunette wolf, a red wolf, and the white wolf with a crescent tattoo on its forehead. “Mom! Mom!” One kid tugged his mother’s dress before he pointed to the white mask. “I want a white mask, please!”

I snuck out of the palace disguised as a maid and when I was faraway from the palace and the noble homes, I boarded a coach that was going to Daffodil’s hometown. Daffodil’s town was rather small but it was packed with people. I wondered if there was some sort of celebration happening in the town tonight as everyone appeared to be donned in some sort of custom. I hated that I looked out of place in the plain dress I had stolen from the maid’s closet so I bought a mask from a kiosk nearby. The lady in the kiosk kept staring at my face and it made me feel rather uncomfortable. I wanted to tell her that it was rude to stare but I had to keep my words at the minimum because I did not want my acc