The Mask Novel Novels & Stories

The lace, silk and ribbon were something a girl like Julia would wear to ensure she got fucked the moment she stepped into a room. Far from the types of things I was used to. “Bother you? I’m simply here to find a mask for the masquerade that’s taking place in the city,” he replied in a matter-of-fact, kind of way. As if it was normal to be shopping in this store at the same particular time as I was. Coincidence, maybe. But I wasn’t one to believe in that kind of thing. Narrowing my eyes I frowned. “Sure it is, if that’s the case then I believe our conversation is done. Now, if you will excuse me.”

It was clear that she cared deeply for Mac Allister's well-being, just as I did. Curiosity piqued within me as I observed the golden-coloured mask adorning Chiara's face. It exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. "What happened to your face? Why are you wearing a mask?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity. A faint smile graced Chiara's lips as she replied, "We just finished having a mask party before you guys arrived. It's a little tradition we have here." Her answer only added to the enigmatic atmosphere surrounding this mansion and its inhabitants.

And the masks were only the beginning. And that is how a single black lace mask at a charity ball became the foundation of everything that came after. The funding. The company. The nights that still make me wet years later when I remember the exact moment his mask slipped and I realized the stranger who had just ruined me was the man who held my entire future in his hands—and that I already held his in mine. We never told a soul. We never needed to. The secret was the hottest part. The risk was the fuel. And the memory of that first night—masks on, city lights, velvet couch, his cock claiming me while the ball continued below—remains the single most perfect, filthy, life-changing hour of my

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

he said pointing to my hand. I opened the clutch bag Venecia had given me before we left Crestwood Manor. Inside was indeed a mask, a beautiful Colombina with black crested jewels matching the color of my dress. "It's stunning," I beamed admiring the piece of ornament that glinted over the moon creating Kaleido shapes. "Let me help you," offered Yulian taking the mask from my hand. He went to my back and clasped each elastic cuff between my ears. "Mi Eliza, just stay within my reach."

Jason slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf. How much longer can my mask hold? How is it possible for me to avoid this? The questions circled in his mind as he left the library. He needed air, needed space to think. The greenhouse corridors were usually quiet, peaceful even. Maybe he could find some calm there. But when Jason entered the greenhouse, the air felt wrong. Too still. Too humid. The plants seemed to press in around him, invasive and overwhelming. Their scents mixed together in a way that made his head spin.

Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

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.

It had been enchanted to look like an ordinary case of books and shawls, but when I touched the inner lining with two fingers and whispered the activation rune, the real compartment shimmered into view. Inside: a charcoal-black coat lined with inner compartments. A few small, curved knives sheathed in silk. Fingerless gloves with hidden needles stitched at the seams. A compact mirror charmed to reveal spiritual residue. Smoke bombs disguised as cosmetics. And— My mask. I lifted it slowly. It wasn’t the plain silk veil I wore when walking the corridors. This one was molded leather, dyed a soft metallic gray, edged with opalescent runes only visible in moonlight. It covered my entire face exce