Novel & Cerita Maskys Story

He gave a last curious glance then did as Sasha asked and she led Mackayla into the ladies restroom. "Omg I am sorry he just smelled" she shudder "gosh this is already so different. Had headaches and trouble keeping stuff down but never this." “Think every one is different I never had any symptoms when I was. He was older and seperated I was young and in college so I gave the baby up." Mackayla rinsed out her mouth then got some soda, gum, lotion, crackers and a few other things.This time when they walked out Carson and Camron were leaning against the truck "will at least it's not Blake." It turned to a sigh as Mackayla felt the heat and saw him standing behind her car. "Can I just go back t

“Take off your mask, girl. I want to see your face.” I hesitated. “It’s part of my costume. You don’t want to ruin the fantasy, do you?” There’s no way I’d let him recognize me! Mason smirked. He raised his hand and reached for me, his thumb stroking my lips, the only exposed part of my face. “You have no idea what kind of fantasies I have right now. Take it off,” he said, his tone firmer now. Shit.

It only lasted for a couple of seconds which some thought it was a minimal error with the sound system, while some thought it was a sign for the appearance of VTX. Era heaved a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly, trying to feel the presence of everyone behind the huge walls in front of her. A lopsided grin was plastered on her face when she felt a connection from everyone. It was hard, though. It was too much that she's already feeling the defeat. Yet she was persistent. She calmed herself and tilted her head to the right side where she felt at least a hundred of connections. With her voice so low, but at the same time roaring with authority, she said, "We're The Masked, and we're going

I couldn’t stay hidden away in here forever, if I didn’t make it known to everyone that Mason was my man, then other girls would start sniffing around him, and this would become so much harder. Pulling out my makeup bag, I slowly start painting on my war mask – that’s what it felt like anyway; a full face of makeup makes me impenetrable to everything – nothing and no one would dare mess with me once I have my shit back in place, no one will ever know I was weak, not even for a day.

" If Kate succeeded, she would not only be debt free, but she would finally have enough money to leave the city and find somewhere else where she wouldn't be known. A fresh start. And if tonight went as planned, she would also be closing her OnlyFans account. Unfortunately, the client had made a specific request this time. It had to be a full video, but Kate had thought it through and requested for a mask. Now, she sat waiting, and the digital clock struck again. One minute left. It was at that moment when her confidence was starting to disappear that the door opened, and Alan and Liam walked in, and stopped. The dark red room wasn't the only preparation that Katharina had made for the night

For a moment, I just watched him—wondering how something so peaceful could exist in the same world as the one I’d seen last night. He opened his eyes and caught me staring. “Do I have something on my face?” He asked. I smiled, “yeah, beauty.” We both chuckled. I finally got dressed and left his place. Later that afternoon, I met Raina at home, and over coffee, I told her everything, the masked party, the tongueless girl, the darkness behind their charm. “Everyone has one or two fantasies,” she said, trying to make it sound lighter than it was. “Not all fantasies are meant to be fulfilled,” I reminded her.

A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them. The glow of the streetlights cast a warm halo around her while her piercing gaze was almost magnetic. Ethan paused, a hint of intrigue in his voice, “I am not…I… well yea, maybe I am lost.” He admitted, not sure why he was saying this to a random girl who he knew wanted nothing but his money. “Aren’t we all?” she asked. He tilted his head slightly, “what’s your name?” “Depends on who’s asking.” She smiled softly, almost seeming warm, “I don’t tell my name for free…”

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

I'd betrayed all I stood and believed for. And yet, to continue hating him was something I couldn't do. Of everything, this was the toughest truth to accept. The hospital room was my sanctuary and my prison. I didn't tell a single soul how I felt. Doctors came and went, their faces kind but distant. Garrett's men lingered outside, their presence a constant reminder of the world I was now part of. But I kept it all deeply buried, where no one could see. Every time Garrett came to visit, I'd put on a mask. I smiled, reassured him that I was fine, just needed time to recover. But inside, I was drowning.

I guess I wasn’t as incognito as I was hoping. “This is our first meeting, I assure you. And I have some burn scars on my face, Your Highness,” I explained quietly. “I wear the mask because I do not want to show my face to the world. It is–frightening. I do not want to make the customers feel uncomfortable.” Next to me, Fiona giggled. But Felix merely nodded his head and smiled. “I’m sure you are very beautiful indeed, in spite of those scars.” I tried not to let his words affect me.