Maskys Story Novels & Stories

POV Anaise Maya’s holding up a tabloid like it’s evidence in a murder trial, waving it around the food court like she’s conducting an orchestra of gossip. “Have you seen this Martinez girl?” she says, loud enough that the teenagers at the next table stop scrolling TikTok to eavesdrop. “There’s no photo of her, but apparently she faked her whole life. Now she’s getting married like a goddamn duchess.” I’m standing here with my Orange Julius, watching my best friend dissect my secret identity for public consumption, and honestly? This feels about right for how my life’s been going lately.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

The mask covered from her forehead to just above her cheekbones, leaving her lips and jawline exposed. "An excellent choice," Madam V commented as Honey removed the mask she was wearing and carefully tied the ribbon of the new mask behind her head. "It complements your coloring beautifully." Honey studied her reflection in a nearby mirror. The mask transformed her, lending her an air of mystery that made her own features seem foreign and exciting. Even she wouldn't recognize herself. "Are you ready to continue?" Madam V asked. Honey nodded, a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. "Yes."

And the masks were only the beginning. And that is how a single black lace mask at a charity ball became the foundation of everything that came after. The funding. The company. The nights that still make me wet years later when I remember the exact moment his mask slipped and I realized the stranger who had just ruined me was the man who held my entire future in his hands—and that I already held his in mine. We never told a soul. We never needed to. The secret was the hottest part. The risk was the fuel. And the memory of that first night—masks on, city lights, velvet couch, his cock claiming me while the ball continued below—remains the single most perfect, filthy, life-changing hour of my

She even wanted revenge. While familiarizing herself with the script, Kisa tried to create a new look for herself. She tried on clothes that she would have never worn before. Under Mia's guidance, she also tried putting on makeup. Before this, she had never had a drop of alcohol, but now she could down a couple of drinks. Kisa smiled as she looked at the stranger in the mirror. She wanted to appear as a new and improved Kisa in front of her enemies and erase all her visible weaknesses before this. The masquerade ball was held by one of Mia's friends. The music at the ball was melodious and smooth. The colors were exquisite. People around were exchanging toasts as they were living their best

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

From that day onward, Kate lost all credibility. Before this, as Mr. Preston's niece and Luke's youngest student, she was admired for her good looks and soft-spoken demeanor. Colleagues who rarely interacted with her often viewed her through rose-tinted glasses. However, after the incident that was witnessed by many firsthand, the truth was exposed. Soon, all the times she shirked responsibility to maintain her kind facade were soon exposed, too. Rumors began running rampant.

I am already tired of trying to run away from my real feelings and masked it with the past promises. "Uh-huh…" he said slowly, trying to organize his thoughts about me. Maybe… about us. "Why would you cry about us kissing?" I gasped and looked up at him. Nagsimula na namang mangilid ang mga luha ko sa mata dahil sa sinabi niya. He did not deny that they indeed kissed! Tinawag nga niyang "my woman" kanina kaya bakit hindi sila puwedeng m********n!? Tang ina!