Shiesty Meaning Mask Novels & Stories

"I knew the thought of you bearing my last name would make my heart flutter." "Weren't you saying it's too soon for the marriage talk?" "The idea has been creeping on me." "Cheesy." I opened the box to see nine masquerade masks. "My God, Apollo, what is all this?" "Gifts. Every clan has its own niche or traditions. Masks are ours. We attend all Mafia events in Masks to protect our identities. Since you and the girls will be a part of this life, officially, we wanted to ensure you're all protected. Dating or marrying us will give that family more power and raise their ranks. Now that chance has been taken, you and the others will be targets by other Mafia clans."

The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd. In contrast, Shane makes a statement with a black mask embellished with small white feathers enveloping its entire contour from top to bottom. The boys, attired almost identically, present a challenge in distinguishing one from another. Their outfits, figures, and even heights mirror each other, intensifying the mystery of the masquerade. The only way they could guess was left with their orbs colour, touch and different deep tones of their voice.

Nothing that explains the mask he’s worn every day I’ve known him. I must look ridiculous because my mouth actually falls open. He raises one eyebrow. “Close it before you catch flies.” “You’re…” I swallow. “You’re stupidly handsome.” The corner of his mouth twitches. "Is that a compliment from the almighty Princess Valencia?" “It's a fact. Why the mask, then?” I ask, bluntly, because I’m too tired for anything else. He shrugs. “Because I like it. And it scares people.” I blink at him, still half-stunned. “That’s it? You like it, and it scares people?”

The moment it touched her hands, a deep sense of unease flashed across her face. "Where is she?" "Leena!" "Leena!" Several voices called out behind her. A group of young girls crowded into view. They were all under 20. The youngest looked barely 12. Every one of them was skinny, dark-skinned from sun and dirt, and dressed in deliberately shabby clothes, clearly trying to make themselves less noticeable. They gathered behind Leena, staring warily at Hayley's green mask. In Ark Two, masks meant power. They meant someone important.

She couldn't understand that if they were to wear the mask in the party, why do they have to waste so much time in makeup and all. "The party has a lot of motive behind it." Justin said. "Okay, that sounds sketchy to me for some reason." Patricia said after putting on her mask too. "It might be. The real motive behind this party is the marking ceremony only. No one would snatch your spotlight. We won't let that happen." Justin replied while bringing a black mask, a little similar to Patricia out of nowhere. He started to put that on his face too. He was wearing a black tuxedo suit.

I shrugged. “Your babies’ daddy would be in attendance and he's the most handsome and richest bachelor, so I suggest you make something very nice, so you can stand out and be picked out amongst other ladies.” she encouraged. “He can respectfully fuck himself, can I back out now? I do not want to see his annoying face and I surely don't want to be recognized by him, I don't have that luxury of time to start talking about the wild night we had together.” I muttered. “Luckily, you're allowed to use a mask if you feel Like you want to remain anonymous, masks are allowed.” She revealed.

Used products. I stand here and I breathe in and I breathe out and I think: she is ill. The protocol is working. The agitation is part of it. She does not know who she is talking to, she has never known who she was talking to. None of that makes it not sting. "And the mask," Tracy says. "You always wear that mask. All the time, every time I see you. You know what that tells me? It tells me you're ashamed of something. Ashamed of your face, ashamed of who you are, ashamed of" She gestures vaguely. "Whatever it is. And I have to ask — if you're so ashamed you can't show your face in a building, how did you manage to get yourself pregnant in the first place? Who looked at you and thought."

I mouthed, taking of the face mask “Oh my Gawd…..jeez Ax…….”He almost screamed, but I was swift to cover his mouth “Hey…quiet..you won’t want crazy fans coming here right” I scoff putting on the mask, he chuckled “Yea..yea..come on, let’s go to the VIP section….they got expensive dresses over there…and those crazy fans can’t come there. So you will be free to take off that ugly mask” He smirk “My mask isn’t ugly, I know thousand of girls will die to get a hold of it” I boasted

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.