Shiesty Meaning Mask Novels & Stories

Shia recognized it as the half metal mask she saw inside his pouch when they were stuck in the cave the night before. “My father commissioned this mask for me, and as long as I wear it, I could control my power, and no one’s life will be put in danger. But it got broken a while back in the woods. I think I could still use it for a few minutes, but as soon as my eye turns red, it will mean danger to everyone else around me... except for you it seems.”

" Forget about me thinking that she is timid and shy, thought Subaru. They say a person can be full of surprises, but for Subaru, he did not expect her to recover from the shock so quickly, which he thought was a good sign. "Blew off your own cover, huh? Not bad. I almost thought you were quite a timid and nervous person; it looks like one question has given all the answers I needed." "You did that on purpose? Just how savage can you be?" "Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves. See? Simple, isn't it?"

He smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, it's only see through from the interior but it isn't from the exterior. You gat no worries. Let's be set to enjoy ourselves." "Awwnn, it's good to hear this. I was kind of curious." Then I recall I was a whore as I'm pretending, sense comes into me. A masked stripper is not afraid of being seen even in public, why should I be scared of this? I blush nervously, I feel the need to add something that will clear off any doubt that might exist in his mind. "You know I asked about this because I wanted removing my mask, then I remember that my reputation is above everything." A voice says inside me He'll ask you to take it off for more money. No, I wo

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

The fact that she was drenched all through made passers-by stop to stare at her. Beautiful! She was too beautiful and she didn't even realise that. “Mummy, is that an angel?” a six-year-old who near asked his mother. “No. But she looks like one, isn't she?” “Yes. She's so pretty.” Preston's lips pursed into hard lines. He wanted to rip every man's eyes that were looking at her, including the child's but he couldn't because of the hyper-realistic mask he had on. The mask is now wet which meant it will fall off at any moment since it can't stand water.

I guess I wasn’t as incognito as I was hoping. “This is our first meeting, I assure you. And I have some burn scars on my face, Your Highness,” I explained quietly. “I wear the mask because I do not want to show my face to the world. It is–frightening. I do not want to make the customers feel uncomfortable.” Next to me, Fiona giggled. But Felix merely nodded his head and smiled. “I’m sure you are very beautiful indeed, in spite of those scars.” I tried not to let his words affect me.

"You'll know soon, but for now, let's go." As they entered the grand venue, attendants handed out elegant masks. Alexander took one and effortlessly placed it over his face before handing another to Ivory. She checked the sparkling mask carefully with a confused face. "Wait… is this a masquerade ball or something? Why do we need to wear these?" Alexander smirked, adjusting his cufflinks. "Because people don’t like their identities revealed during the auction, for confidentiality purposes, in elite auction events, they use these kinds of masks."

Getting ready to claim what they thought was theirs. Who's going to survive tomorrow untouched? Will anyone? The question that scared him most was simpler: Will I survive at all? Outside, another howl echoed through the night. Then another. The sounds of alphas marking territory, establishing hierarchy, preparing for war. Tomorrow was the Mating Ceremony. Tomorrow, all the masks would come off. One more day.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

his voice, sent echoes of dread in my ears, as I could feel the tear hanging right from my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I can't believe I wore these. "You look delightful kid,” those words, increased the anger already building up in me. I looked like some kind of slutty slut! And that doesn't even make sense! Thank goodness there is a mask to hide my face because there was no way I was wearing this out in public with my face bare open. “Now, then, shall we head out?” Stefan said, his hands already right in the door knob, already dressed up in a black suit and a black mask that enhanced his best features, especially those eyes of his.