Maskys Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

She didn’t have a mask either, but anything in her budget wasn’t going to work for an event like that. Basically she’d be Kaylee in that episode of Firefly where she goes to a party in the best pink dress in the ’verse. But everyone is all sneery because it’s off the rack instead of custom made by poor people. Then, as she was sloping moodily home past the Mac concession on the ground floor of Debenham’s, she had a eureka moment. She didn’t need to buy a mask at all— Cole could use makeup. That way, it could be as extravagant and unique as she wanted, and people would

I said, once I took in her full frame. She instantly grimaced. "Beautiful? That's it? After all the hard work I put in convincing my mother to allow me wear this and stole the make up from my cousin next door and tried multiple tutorial videos on YouTube, all you got to say is that I'm beautiful? Like, tell me something new." "That's the best I got, honestly." I said, playfully. She narrowed her eyes. "You are forgiven because it is your first time. Next time, I won't spare you."

she told me and I nodded again. The hairstylist came into the dressing room and had my hair done while they brought in a collection of masks for me to choose from. Then the makeup artist came right after and after an hour, she was done applying all the touches I needed to my face. I chose my mask as a pair of black shiny heels were brought and with one of the staff's help, I wore the pair of heels then I walked to the mirror to wear my mask and I froze when I realized I looked exactly like Magenta with the mask on.

Keir asked chirpily while smiling from ear to ear Now I'm annoyed so much. Why is he doing this to me? "Enough already Keir, just tell me what do you want or else I'll leave," I said to him while sending a sharp glare toward him "Humph Eat first, then I'll answer you. Come on my baby say ah" He said not minding my glare and even offered me a spoonful of my favorite mousse cake. It looks delicious but I did not come here to be eating food I glared at him and took the spoon and ate the cake. He grinned happily and said, "See what a good baby"

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

Daniella said, already grinning. “We went to a spa.” “You went to a spa?!” “It was his idea. He said I needed a break, so we went. I didn’t even think it would be like that.” Dani leaned in, “And?” “It was peaceful…Then we went into the sauna. And…..” “And…?” “He was… close. Like really close, not in a weird way.” Dani smiled gently. “And then?” "He brushed a strand of hair off my face, placed a kiss on my cheek, earlobe, neck, forehead, nose bridge, below my eyes, and then....."

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.