Sally Face Mask Novels & Stories

Although this was a very difficult process, Xyla was determined to give it a try as long as Stanley could be cured. “Do you have a photo of this person?” Xyla asked. Daisy shook her head. “He didn’t let us take a picture of him. We respected him a great deal too, and we didn’t take any pictures.” “Have you seen his face then? Please describe how he looks. I’ll draw a picture of him on my phone.” Xyla probed hopefully. “He was wearing a mask. It’s one of those silver masks that covers the top half of his face. I’ve never seen how his face actually looks,” Daisy said.

The air itself seemed to warp around her. How had she become like this? Sally tried to push her back, but Lisa’s arm caught her square in the chest. The impact sent Sally crashing into the wall, her form flickering again before collapsing to the floor, motionless. “Stop!” I screamed, struggling until the straps cut into my skin. Lisa turned to me slowly, her mask slipping just enough for me to see the rage burning beneath her calm façade. “You,” she said through gritted teeth, “need to disappear.”

She shuddered at the thought and gave the glass back to its owner. "Maybe next time," she said before moving forward. Wes had a hint of a smile on his face. They moved on to the next shop, outside which a man performed a demonstration of the product. It was a face mask. You put it on for a minute and when you take it off you will look unrecognizable. The mask enhances your beauty. It would be great for criminals, Willow thought. But the downside was that it only lasted for ten minutes. After the demonstration, the shop opened and was flooded with customers, both men and women.

It was a rectangular machine with an LCD machine on top and three buttons below it, but without any labels or words. And there was an indentation lower down, which looked like it could fit Frank's ring. When Sally saw it, she smiled. "I'm surprised that the group has such advanced technology, inventing something like that! That said… Do you really trust them, handsome?" Frank ignored her and instead asked, "Are you staying here?" Seeing that Frank was not allowing her to stay, Sally simply beamed and left, while Frank took off his ring. He glanced at the indentation, and seeing nothing inside, he wondered if he should put the ring in it.

After returning home, I followed my memory and rushed straight toward the room that belonged to my son, Andy. “Andy? Buddy? Andy, Daddy's home.” The household staff stared at me in shock. At first, I thought it was because of my face. So, I quickly pulled out a wrinkled mask and put it on. I didn't want to scare Andy when he saw me.

No way! Are you kidding? My mind screamed. "I, uh, sure?" The room was emptying out around us, though Sally was lingering. Charles was grinning at me. "You don't have to say anything. Just look serious and formidable." "That may be a stretch," Sally said, coming over to us. "She's got a rare beautiful but sweet face." "Thank you," I said, looking down, feeling myself blush. "I think?" "Charles," Sally said. "Are you sure it's a good idea to put her face out there? Might it not put her in more danger?"

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

As soon as she looked at his face, her eyes immediately widened with surprise, “You...” Sean returned to his original appearance. Only when he came closer did Molly realize it, “How did you get this?” Sean took out a realistic mask, “Put some potion on it, and then paste it on your face.” “Let me see.” Molly instantly took it over and looked at it carefully. Then, her eyes scanned his face again and again. And this was still not the end. She even got closer and asked, “Won’t it damage your skin?” Sean laughed, “No.”

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.