Maskys Story Novels & Stories

I nodded slowly. “I know it’s a mask, Akayda.” My eyes locked on hers. “Why do you have this mask?” It was a simple question. But the real question I was asking was much deeper. Why do you have Jade Firefly’s mask? She looked away. That was the first red flag. Then she smiled nervously. “It was from a costume party. Er… Mel forgot it was a costume party so we had to get masks there.” Her voice wasn’t steady. And she still wouldn’t look me in the eye.

she said softly, “bury me in couture.” He kissed her slow, hand gripping her jaw. “You don’t die.” “I might.” “Then I burn the cathedral down.” She smiled. “Bring gasoline.” — Inside, the cathedral was chaos and perfume. Masks everywhere. Faces hidden. Intentions sharper than knives. Zara took her seat in the front row. Next to Bianca. Of course. Bianca smiled under her silver fox mask. “Stunning dress. I almost wore it.” Zara didn’t look at her. “You couldn’t afford it.”

In two weeks, Casino Confessions arrived. Powerful alphas and leaders from every part of the world attended it, as it was not something one could miss. Missing that was equivalent to missing opportunities. Among the many people who arrived in expensive cars was a slim figure with a dark blue suit, curly black hair, and black shades covering his eyes. He also wore a facemask, making it difficult for the onlookers to know who was behind that mask and goggles. Kiara's book was successfully published, but Alpha Maseno decided it would be launched this very day when the casino would be happening because the doctor suggested that Kiara may come out of her coma the very same day.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

I remember seeing this at the cosmetic store that time when we're trying to find suitable gifts for the year-end party. "What do you think? You like it?" Mavis asked while eagerly waiting for my answer. I don't know if I should tell her the truth or not. She might feel disappointed. But I don't want to lie to her. "I actually, don't know how to use makeup." I hesitantly said which still made Mavis smile cheerfully at me. "Me too! Let's learn together!" She said happily which made me smile. She's so lovable! "Give her something different!" We heard Kyros shouted. They're still at it. When will they stop fighting? They're not little kids anymore.

Anna's POV As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the city, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate mask that concealed my features. The anticipation coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Tonight, Victor and I were invited to a masquerade ball, an event shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of a secret society. Dressed in an elegant gown that hugged my curves and cascaded in layers of midnight blue silk, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The air crackled with a palpable energy as Victor approached, his eyes widening with awe at the sight before him.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

Sasha replied, her voice cool and slightly hoarse, hinting at a life marked by hardship. "Your throat..." "It's not in great shape. Three years ago, I was in an accident that damaged my appearance and vocal cords. My mother made this mask for me, and I've worn it ever since." Sasha touched the emerald on the mask, a genuine one at that. Elijah and Kasey were accustomed to fine things and could tell it was authentic. Such a mask wouldn't come cheap, indicating Krystal's affection for her daughter. "If you doubt my identity, look at this," Sasha said, producing a pocket watch.

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.