The Mask Heart Novels & Stories

Chapter 28: Beneath the Mask DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me, taking me aback. “Take off your mask.” I froze as the wind whispered through the pines, blowing on my face as my heart hammered vigorously. My hand twitched at my side, instinct screaming to clamp the mask tighter, to hide the twisted scars the curse had carved into my face seventeen years ago. The ones her grandmother’s magic had branded me with. “Anya,” I rasped, my voice rougher than gravel. “You don’t have to see this.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.

He knew this could happen, as well. Now that the door was open to her memories, they would flood her and not bring all the good memories that would help her but the bad ones too. He moved closer and kissed her forehead as he softly said her name. She finally woke up and felt the tears that were streaming down her face. She glanced up and touched his face as she was trying to convince herself that he was not a dream, and he was really there. “Sweetheart, it is okay. I am here.” Garrett said softly, and then she sighed as the waves of emotions were rolling around her.

" She said it with a gentle smile. Even if she has some argument about how her parents don't give her much time, she still can't change the fact that she and they both love them so much that all of those worries and anger will vanish the moment they ask for forgiveness. That is how soft her heart is. As fragile as a thin glass, yet it's getting bulletproof whenever it's for her parents. "You should now go, or else you will be late." He said this while holding a silver mask that only covers the user's upper face but not their eyes. It is still visible, although it would be hard to determine whose face is behind that mask. It was designed with absolutely marvelous, detailed information. Every

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It was, before I went and ruined it, leading him on a wild goose chase across the roguelands. I pull the mask from the box. It looks like a piece of costume jewelry, like something I’d wear to a masquerade ball. Without my powers coursing through it, it looks and feels… cheap. Empty, and cold. ‘Carefully, Princess,’ Ryatt hisses into my mind. I put the mask on as fireworks crash overhead, turning the sky a vibrant, electric blue. Poppy was right about the celebration being a perfect distraction from what’s about to take place.

The mask stretched into a smile, making it look even more grotesque than before. "The Catalyst would live as long as you do," the mask said. Miguel suddenly dropped the box. "Boss," he said, pointing at the mask. I turned to look at it. The mask was spewing a black inky substance, and immediately it entered my mouth. I fell as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at my throat as I felt I was being drowned by the strange substance.

The proximity heightened the stake in my pounding heart. In my quest to get away from him, my hand brushes my face, catching the edge of the mask and accidentally snagging the strap. I watched in bewilderment as the mask stumbled to the floor, spinning like a fallen leaf. I instinctively froze upon the realization that my face was bare to him. The sound of my heartbeat roared in my ears as I slowly lifted my gaze to find him locked with mine. I could see the confusion and dawning recognition warring in his expression.

"Well, even so. Do you like Allura, Mask?" "I'm well aware that I'm only here to watch over her," Mask replied, slightly curtly. "Huh? Hey! Are you a stalker or something?!" Haru gasped. "Wha— no?! The fuck? The way you worded it. Oh my God," Mask heavily sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in stress. "It's not like that."

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"