The Mask Novel Novels & Stories

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

gathered up the courage and joined Can The Phong to enter the company. But when she entered, she discovered that comforting herself a little did not work, the will and courage disappeared. Looking at everyone in front of the reception hall nodding and smiling at her, her mind bombarded with a bang, everyone must have seen it yesterday… She really wanted to turn around and run away from this place! Fortunately, her nose was bumped, so she wore a very large mask, otherwise everyone would Seeing her face is like a rose! Entering the elevator dedicated to the president, Yen Lam finally let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, Lam Lam, put the mask on here!" After entering the office, Can The Phong spok

"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."

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

Its face was covered by a featureless white mask. No eyes. No mouth. Only one sentence written across the mask in black ink. STORY DENIED. The room fell completely silent. The masked figure slowly raised one hand. Every blank page inside the First Study ignited with pale blue fire. The White Book screamed. Not with words. With every forgotten story it had ever protected. The masked figure finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a library closing forever. "Return the Final Reader..." "...or every unwritten world will be erased." The boy quietly stepped in front of Adrian.

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.

It was strange to think that all of this—the estate, the Foundation, the generations of happy, safe children—had started in a moment of deception. "I was thinking," Aria said, her gaze drifting to the horizon where the sun was beginning its slow descent. "About the beginning." "The masquerade?" Noah asked. "The mask," Aria said. "I remember putting it on. It was black lace. It itched. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking, 'If I wear this, maybe I can be someone else. Someone brave.'" "You were brave," Noah said. "You didn't need the mask." "I needed it to walk into the room," Aria corrected. "I needed it to find you."