Sally Face Unmasked Novels & Stories

"You're putting it as if we can take him down anytime we want! But the truth is the exact opposite—we're not as ignorant as your lackeys, because we know he can take us all down by himself!" Sally smiled but said nothing, when her phone jingled with a text. [The spirtron vein has awakened!] Sally frowned and promptly replied: [Are you sure?] [Yes!] Sally's visage flashed murderously as she lowered her phone and said coolly, "Well, then it's not time to worry about losses. Just do it!" The two men traded glances. What was going on? Sally was just stopping them a second ago, and now, she suddenly changed her mind?

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

Despite that, 'Ollie' refused to remove his mask and held onto it instead. "I have pimples on my face, so I don't look handsome right now. I can't show my face to Aunty Catelyn, or it's going to destroy my perfect impression on her."

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."

Zach, donning an intimidating demeanor, responded with a brief sound of acknowledgment. "Did the both of you…" Oliver asked timidly as he tailed behind his father. "Meet Nate and Suzanne?" Zach sat on the sofa. His face darkened as he watched Sally cozy up to her grandmother. "We did. If Sally didn't tell me she got her face done, I'd think Suzanne was my granddaughter instead." He replied in an unhurried manner. Stunned by his words, Sally's face paled, and she shot him a nervous look. She abruptly met his horrifying gaze and looked away sheepishly. She then replied with a laugh, "It's plastic surgery. She got it specifically done in order to marry Nate."

Sebastian immediately jumped in, buttering me up. The moment gossip came up, no one paid attention to Zachary anymore. Everyone set their utensils down and leaned in. "Yeah, Brianna. Go on. Tell us." "A friend of mine works in colorectal surgery," I said. "A few nights ago, their department admitted a woman in her 40s. She's wealthy, runs a jewelry business, and is very polite and soft-spoken. "But the tests showed she had syphilis. She didn't get checked early enough, so she occasionally experiences hallucinations and paranoia."

Then I looked behind me. “Won’t you say hello to my wife?” Dr Wally froze. Slowly… Very slowly… He turned his head. Liana walked toward us. Each step was calm. Graceful. Her masked face hidden beneath the soft lights. She stopped beside me. Then she spoke softly. “Hello.” Her voice was calm. Polite. Then… She removed her mask. The moment her face appeared— Dr Wally’s body went completely still. His wine glass slipped from his hand.

The sight of her tongueless desperation made the room feel colder. Mr. Everhart signaled to his tech team. Within minutes, they projected the footage onto the glass wall. The video showed her positioning near the reception hall, capturing every face as members removed took their masks upon arrival. One by one, their faces exposed. Mr. Everhart stopped the video midway. His tone was calm, but deadly. “I don’t need to play the rest. You all understand what this means, someone wanted every unmasked face in this room documented. Someone among us.”