Maskys Story Novels & Stories

Victoria adjusted face mask one last time before entering Westmount Academy. The mask covered her scars extending high enough to meet the large sunglasses that hid her eyes. Her backstory was simple and impossible to verify immediately, laryngeal surgery requiring her to wear a mask and limit speaking. Her false credentials had cost Marcus a small fortune but appeared flawless. The real Ms. Winters, who was supposed to substitute for the dance teacher today, had received an urgent message about a family emergency, fabricated by Marcus and delivered convincingly.

He asked. "I want to resume work at White-Angel Inc." "Okay..." His voice trailed. "And how do you intend to do that?" He asked. "Except you have had plastic surgery or intent to wear a mask, I fail to see how that is possible." He added. I chuckled. "You won't believe it but I have had my face reconstructed," I said. "What?! How and why?" "Well, it was not by choice. I was in an accident that left my face disfigured and I had to get my face reconstructed. That was why I had disappeared for all those weeks. I was in a coma." I explained the to him.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

One of the girls laughed, “You will see, everyone stays away from us.” They could still be recognized though. She saw Bonbon watching her. “We sometimes wear masks,” she said, looking at Ilyria. “Madame Skia likes it when we do that. She says it adds to our allure.” “Oh, I still have the Goddess mask from the party last month!” said Miasma, “Good idea, Bonbon. Kitten, I have the perfect mask for you.” Bonbon cast Ilyria a glance that said she meant to talk further with her. Then they set off for the dressing quarters to find masks for their excursion.

“What? Do you not like that, Senior? You even had this smirk on your face when you were fast asleep. Did you dream about sleeping with the superstar Zendaya?” She had seen the news on the internet as well. From what she had seen when she picked Alex up, it was obvious that Alex was the Mask that everyone was talking about. “Mask, so many people want to bear your children!” Alex replied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please go out and help me get some clean clothes. I have to shower again.” Ten minutes later, Alex put on a… Waltz’s nightgown. That was because only this super long nightgown in her house could fit Alex’s figure.

I've made masks for you before, and believe me, I never reported you to the police. Malik: And why didn't you report me? Magda swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear: Magda: After what I read about you, and the number of people you've killed... I was afraid you'd kill me. But how can you stand before me now that the police have executed you? Malik: I want to learn how to make masks on your path... or you die now. Magda: You can't learn it now... It took me years to master it. Malik's smile was deadly, his voice low but steady:

I said as my focus was brought back to my research, Jake was definitely going to pay for what he did to me and camilla was definitely not an issue for me . With my skin now nourished and hydrated,.I moved on to a charity oak mask, applying it evenly across my face, I relaxed into the couch letting the mask work its magic as I carried on with the research Twenty minutes later, I rinsed off the mask, revealing glowing, refreshed skin. ' Back to Jake's company, 'I thought, my eyes narrowing as I dove deeper into the data. 'What secrets are you hiding, Jake?'