Mysterious Mask Novels & Stories

The massive double doors had swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a woman, poised and elegant, with an air of mystery that seemed to draw everyone in. She wore a long, flowing gown that shimmered under the chandeliers, hugging her curves and swaying with each step as she moved into the room. But what really caught my attention was the mask she wore. Unlike the others, which were ornate and colorful, hers was a deep, shadowy black, adorned with silver accents. It covered most of her face, leaving only her visible eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd as if searching for something, or someone.

I took a deep breath as I grabbed the mask and secured it over my face. "What do you need that for?" Karen inquired after Alpha Jasper left, gesturing toward my mask. " A touch of mystery," I smirked.

"Noted Grandma," "Let's go. Your Father is already there waiting for us," she passed me a black mask. It was so beautiful, as I caressed it, I wondered why they had to take so much time in creating such a small mask so beautifully. Around the mask was black fur and had tiny glitters all over. Looking back at the mirror, I wore the mask, it covered my eyes and nose but not my red lips. "Now, that's how to know the main character in the show. Without being announced, the world should know you are the reason for the occasion,"

Dick gave a mirthless chuckle. “I am sure, my dear lady. In fact, I’d stake my career on it. Grossman doesn’t have the real mask—just a tiny fragment of the original Yellen handed to him. It’s made of some special material that bends physics over a barrel. Grossman’s engineers, and they are good at what they do, produced a super microchip from that old piece of garbage. So now the guy is equipped with processors that make the world’s best tech look like clockwork toys. His problem is, he doesn’t have enough of it. That’s why he’s still hunting for that real King’s Mask that, buy the way, did come from Tibet. Yellen reckoned it was made by some advanced civilisation we have no clue about. He’

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

Malaki I watch the woman with the mask as she brings out a third girl. The curve of her spine down to that ass is one of my most vivid memories of the woman I've been looking for. The three of them talk for a second before they guide the new girl into position on the pole. They stand on opposite sides of her, my dark haired mystery woman and the only woman I've ever seen by her side. "Boss, this wasn't on the schedule." Antonio, one of the newer members of my security detail leans in to tell me.

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.”

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

It was very strange. However, she was able to restrain him and for that spilt moment when she had him pinned to the wall, something had flashed in her mind, something that reminded her of this mask she had in her hands right now. It was a brown mask, with deep green floral designs around it. Right after she had ensured that he was in control of himself and she had ensured that Mira was alright, Lady Delice had left the room quite unstable. She had ran into her room and turned her boxes upside down to find this mask.