The Mask Heart Novels & Stories

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

She didn't say a single word. She had been abandoned by her husband and written off by her family in the same breath. Her image and her status had always been nothing more than a disguise. Without it, she was nothing. "Melissa, it's okay," Zachary said gently. "Those philistines only care about profit. They were holding you back. Losing them might actually be a good thing for you." It was the same routine he had used back in high school, always stepping in as the considerate savior.

Elena's POV The mask was a delicate, laser-cut piece of obsidian lace that felt like a spider clinging to my face with cold, spindly legs. It obscured my eyes, casting the world into a fractured, shadowy peripheral where every guest looked like a potential executioner. In the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The dress for tonight was a deep, blood-red velvet—a color of passion, or perhaps a color of warning. It was heavy, the skirt rustling with a low, ominous sound every time I moved, echoing the frantic, erratic throb of my heart.

He asked and looked at me again with his annoyingly charming grin. "What?!" I was asking that a lot today. "You painted me a heart," he simply answered, without a hint of anger in his voice. "You painted mine."

The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her. He sighed loudly as he placed the box down on the counter with a loud thud. "Mr. Windchestly, could you please not bother the girl with your silly stories." He scolded. "Now, go!" In the corner of her eye, Melody could see the man, Mr. Windchestly nod and start to walk away wordlessly; conceding to the command. Maggie found it odd but was happy the deranged man was now away from her. Once he left, the green-eyed man looked at Melody who was still a little speechless and chuckled slightly, "Don't mind him. He's a lit

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

Suddenly, the birds outside the window interrupted my thoughts. I no longer struggled, once again reached out to take that thing out of the cabinet. It is indeed a white porcelain mask. My heart was beating frantically, almost in my throat, and I felt my brain stop thinking, leaving only the image of the man who had saved me, remembering the details of the mask on his face. Meanwhile, Charles's pale face kept pounding on my brain, urging me to hurry back to the clinic and use the serum to save him.

The major content of the gas seemed to be wolfsbane, but it has been so diluted that it only affects the wolf once they breathe it in. She then looked up at the person holding a mask to her nose and she met with a familiar face. It was Hashar, Beatrice's mate. He had his own face bare, he had sacrificed his own mask for her. He was going to kill himself to keep her safe. Melissa shook her head and summoned her aura round herself. She prayed it worked. She felt the invisible rippling shield, covering her body. She then wriggled out of his grasp, yanking the mask off from her own face and stuffing on his.

As the ding resounds again, I’m just in time to see his broad back disappear to the right. “I’m so sorry. I’m really looking forward to my new bag.” Elisabetta remains standing another second awkwardly, before she scurries after her brother. Yeah. Awesome, indeed. *** The moment I arrive home, I have a very bad feeling. Nina and I swore to keep today’s event secret, but it weighs heavy in my stomach. It is paired with my sense of guilt at the upcoming party. Which gets even intensified by the fact that I’m carrying around a lilac mask with golden embellishments and feathers in a bag freshly bought from an exclusive boutique. After setting my bags down in my room, I go out to join my family t

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."