The Mask Heart Novels & Stories

But then, the mask that was about to fall off seem to come back to life as it took an initiative to tightened up to the Host face. System Eye unknowingly let out a relief sigh. As expected of this customized mask, it was reliable all the time but still really love on having to give an heart attack to them all the time. As expected of this customized mask, it was reliable all the time but still really love on having to give an heart attack to them all the time.

The reporter lowered the microphone to one of the girls but her face was covered with something black to hide her identity while she spoke, “The masked man isn’t a monster. He is kind. Thanks to him, I’ll see my parents again.” Another one whose disguise was also hidden said, “Thank you Mr Mask for saving us, God bless you.” The reporter spoke again, “We also have someone here, who spoke with the masked man. Let’s hear what she has to say about him.” “Mr. Mask isn’t a robot. He has a very beautiful heart and a beautiful girlfriend.” ‘A beautiful heart and a beautiful girlfriend.’ Those words were registered on Casper Blade’s mind, as he watched the world news from the training academy. At th

“If your sister knows what kind of a man he is, why hasn’t she divorced him?” “Who knows? There’s probably something wrong with her brain!” The group of people left. After finding out that Mask was someone from the government, whose identity was bound by the principle of secrecy, Beatrice’s feelings for him only became even more irrevocable. She began to imagine Mask as a hero who protected his country, a military god during battles. She fantasized about the day he would come to her in a shining armor after defeating his enemies in a flame-filled battle. When the time came, he would make her his wife and treat her with love and affection.

As they navigated through the crowd, he whispered in her ear, "You're the most beautiful woman present, Vivienne. Don't let their stares unnerve you." She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling with a playfully sarcastic glint. "Oh please," she scoffed, gesturing to the face mask. The ribbons quivered lightly in the air, fluttering with every step and sway of her body. “No one can even see my face through this thing.” He raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "The mask only adds to the allure. Trust me, I would know." Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she found herself grateful for the mask that concealed the telltale signs of her emotions. The dance of gazes and whis

I wanted to see the man she saw. He reached into the box. "But the human mind is a funny thing," Greg continued. "It records details we don't even know we're saving. A voice. A scent. The way a man carries his shoulders when he thinks no one is watching." He pulled something out of the box. It was a heavy, silver-and-black masquerade mask, ornate and cold. My breath hitched. I knew that mask. I had seen it in the flickering neon lights of The Velvet Curtain two years ago. It was the mask worn by 'Client 402'—the man who had paid for a triple-session in the private suite.

it's not like we could ever be like that even if he would be here but still, I couldn't help the flutter of my heart as the mere fantasy played in my head. "Here, put this on." Nelly's soft voice rang, jolting me out of my reverie. snapping my head to her face, the corner of my eyes caught a glimpse of what she was extending to me. snapping my gaze back at her hands, a smile broke out on my face as I watched that silver glittering heart shaped mask that she extended to me. grabbing it from her, I unclaspsed our entertwined hands and brought it closer to my face. swallowing hard, I put it on and hooked it on my hair which fell gracefully on my back and my side profiles. "Looks good?" I giggle

I don't know how he knows that I am not supposed to get out of the house. But he knows it. Though he has been a meanie and didn't pick my calls up, he inquired about my health with the doctor. And I know he means everything he is saying right now. Though he pretends to be mad at me, I know he can't stay like that for a long time. He has a mask but not a complete opaque one. Or maybe I'm good at reading his emotions that I understood what he really feels for me. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.

Nora stopped and hit the wall. “You're right,” Alvin replied. “We should go to a hotel, then. Fortunately, I have my debit card in my pocket.“ Nora nodded her reply, her gaze looking uncertain and anxious. “We still have the problem of your face, though. I'm sure as hell not going to allow you to do what you suggested some minutes ago.“ “Damn!“ Alvin cursed. “Is there a way I can get a mask here?“ Nora stared at him like she was thinking about something. She opened her bag and shuffled round the corners before bringing out a tiny doctor's nose mask—big enough to cover from his nose to chin.

And yet, when I passed him in the corridor, when his cologne lingered faintly in the air, when his voice cut through a meeting with calm authority, I had to fight to remember why I hated him. Worse, I wasn’t sure the mask was protecting me from him anymore. It felt like he was already looking past it. Damn! I hate him with passion. Damien POV I’d seen a hundred employees wear masks. Some wore masks of ambition, always smiling at the right people, always volunteering for the right projects. Others wore masks of loyalty, nodding along with whatever they thought I wanted to hear. But Mara Vance… hers was different. It wasn’t ambition. It wasn’t flattery. It was armor.

he advised, but none of his words were getting to my head. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was getting to me or the heartbreak, but I went ahead to wrap my arms around his neck. Still eager to see his face. “That is enough, I think your dress will be ready now” “Don't you find me attractive? Why doesn't any man find me attractive?" Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I was stupid to have reached for his mask and pulled it off. Before me was the most handsome man that I had ever seen, scarred with a giant scar on his face. Yet he remained cold, his gaze dark like he would rip me apart this instant.