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“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

And something in my chest tightens unexpectedly. Because the worst part is not that it noticed me. It’s that it noticed something real. I cover it with irritation. “Wonderful. Space likes damaged men.” The point withdraws slightly. Ezra notices first. “You masked.” “Yes,” Aidan says. “It responded to concealment.” I stare. “So honesty brings it closer, defense pushes it back.” “Yes.” “That is an awful mechanic.” Because it means every scar can become a handle. Every truth a doorway. Every loneliness an invitation.

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

I crawled through it on my hands and knees with my heart beating so fast against my ribs and emerged three blocks from the mansion into the cool night air alongside the distant traffic… I got up with dirt on my knees and red lipstick on my mouth. Then I hail a cab and go find it. ~ ~ ~ ~ Sinners and Saints is darker than I expected and louder, everyone wears masks and the anonymity is the most intoxicating thing I have ever felt in my life. “Basically I'm no one here, great.!!”

He is not here. After a second, she disappears closing the door of his room. So we meet. Him wearing a dog mask. I have a cat mask. The masks are comfortable and adhere well to the face. Him a white shirt and black pants, and I have a black shirt and white pants. And this version of Breakfast at Tiffany's is getting more and more intriguing. Almost a portrait from the French Nouvelle Vague. Through the mask, I see the reality that surrounds me differently. A simple house, an Airbnb anywhere in the world, turns out to be more mysterious than I could have thought.

Charlotte “Emma, please calm down. It’s not that complicated,” I said, attempting to smooth the frown on her face. “I’ve got things under control. Charles and I are just working on that project I told you about. We’ve been overworking ourselves, so if it seems like there’s something unusual, that’s all it is. And as for Liam...” I trailed off, smirking slightly. “I’m disguised as a man, remember? There’s nothing serious.”

Find out when you read this controversial novel. Where you discover that sex is carried out with who can be something for you, but neither knows anything about the other, since everything is done in silence and with masks, in addition there are also sayings like "NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS". Because sometimes there are situations that lead us to believe things that seem true and, in the end, we discover that we live a big lie.

Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know.

“You’re telling me you touched her? You—” “She didn’t know,” Ash cut in, his tone harder now. “I wore a different mask that night. You know how it is, Enzo. You’re the only one who walks around barefaced, flaunting your true identity. The rest of us—we hide behind the skins we wear. That’s why she didn’t recognize me. To her, I was just some stranger.”