Maskys Story Novels & Stories

Madelyn asked, getting a real look at me for the first time since she bounded over in all her earlier exuberance. Despite my best efforts, I was no Jonie Matthews. Her magical art was lost on me, and I’d given up. The only makeup I owned I’d gotten from my neighbour and dared not use it for fear my mother would find out. Applying lip gloss was the extent of my prowess and that skill was particularly useless when it came to covering blemishes one’s mother had given them.

I said making my parents sigh as they watch me do what I am doing. “Just be very careful, Anna. The thing you are planning is dangerous and with enemies that want you dead. Be careful who you trust.” my pa said making me nod; I know that that is why I will contact first the people I trusted… Mera. In the morning I prepared myself to go out, I slowly take off the mask I created from the dummy head and slowly put it over my head fixing it to fit perfectly. I look at the mirror and even start placing some make-up on. I sigh as I look at my new face. I have a face with an ivory skin tone that complements my skin in my hand so as not to see the obvious that it is just a mask, my face has a slight

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

Their dressed like cowgirls, big ass hats bumping into each other as they walk out the door. "You nervous to perform when you know the boss is here?" Izzy asks and I smile at her in response. "Nope. Not at all babe. I'm excited. It's been too long since I was able to be my real self. Not the refined makeup free stuck up bitch Jack wants me to be. Not gonna lie though, I'm a little rusty when it comes to flirting. Good thing I have my mask and he doesn't actually know who I am." I say and grab the blunt she hands me. Huh, I didn't even know she lit one. I'm slacking over here tonight.

“Which, of course, meant I did.” Elias feels the words settle deep in his chest, heavy and complicated. “So it was happening long before the club.” “Yes,” Alexander admits. “Long before I had language for it. Long before I let myself understand what it meant.” “And yet,” Elias says, unable to keep the hurt from his voice, “you still chose to meet me there.” Alexander turns back to him, eyes dark, unflinching. “I chose the mask because it was the only way I could be honest without destroying us both.”

Immediately, the water at the corner of her eyes seemed to hold stories that felt like they needed to be told but this wasn't the time to ask about it. " A mask?" I asked, finding it incredulous and difficult to believe. Still looking at her through the mirror, I watched with a soft smile as she suddenly switched from being a sensitive lady to one who was all smiles. "Yes. A mask leaves the game of everyone guessing about the face beneath the mask and if there is any form of accusal, you have every right to deny it," Daisy assured me and it felt like a ray of light was finally shining into my dark world. Feeling giddy and full of life, I couldn't wait to go along with this plan and see how t

After that, Ethelbert had to drink more wine and keep going even though the heat made it feel like his throat was being torn apart over and over again. In an effort to maintain his alert state and take in his surroundings, Ethelbert retreated to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the windy balcony on the second floor, where he appeared to see a face he had seen before. Ethelbert experienced a sudden increase in his level of awareness. He rubbed his eyes and made an effort to look more closely in order to ensure that he hadn't made a mistake. His attention was drawn to a picture of a woman who was dressed in a long dress made of blac

He confirmed as he stood back up, towering over Kiara. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this,” she said, waving the mask in her hand, “I can’t believe I kissed you! You!” She threw it onto the bed, running her hand through her hair. So, he was the cause of her sleepless nights and wet dreams? She groaned, wanting to smash her head into the wall. She didn’t want it to be true, but there was no turning back the wheel of time, it was. “But, your eyes were green, they matched your mask.” She stated, remembering how brightly those eyes shone the other night. “Yes Kiara, they were contacts. Besides, a masquerade party is just a tushed-up way of disguising yourself.”

Tonight is the masquerade ball. Putting on the finishing touches to my makeup, I crouch down beside her and wipe the smeared makeup from her cheeks. “You are lucky this is a masquerade ball. Your makeup is a mess.” She sniffs loudly and turns off her tears. “Can you fix it?” “Of course I can,” I laugh. She sits silently while I reapply her makeup. Tears continue to well in her eyes, but she doesn’t cry. When I am done, she looks just like Mom. I hand her her mask and get to my feet. “We are late.”

she told me, very matter-of-factly. The other issue I kept bringing up was about the mask. To her credit, she had managed to find one that was relatively lightweight but fit snuggly and did a pretty good job of rendering me unrecognizable. It was a Guy Fawkes mask, like the one from the movie 'V for Vendetta', all white with a big smile, curly mustache and thin goatee. My concern was less about them recognizing me through the mask and more about how to explain why I was wearing a mask at all. I hadn't spent a lot of time around male strippers, but I was pretty sure that they didn't normally wear masks. To address this, Rachel had come up with a pretty elaborate backstory.