The Mask Novel Novels & Stories

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

“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. “You had this in your—” “Just wear it, Alvin. We've stayed here for too long already. I don't feel comfortable.“ Alvin wore the mask without another word and resign

The sapphires winked under the chandelier, as if they knew a secret. Amy's phone vibrated. A new message from an unknown number: Like the necklace? It’s not the only thing I brought back to life. She swallowed hard, thumb hovering over the screen. Liam and Celine were side by side now, crossing the floor toward her. Amy squared her shoulders, heart pounding. The war had moved into the open.. and the first blow was coming straight at her.

The black envelope arrived on a Thursday afternoon, slipped under my apartment door like a secret sin. No postage. No return address. Just heavy matte paper the color of midnight, sealed with a drop of deep crimson wax stamped with an ornate mask. My fingers trembled as I broke the seal. Inside lay a delicate golden mask — intricate filigree that would cover just enough of my face to hide my identity, yet leave my full lips and sharp jaw exposed. Tucked beneath it was a single blood-red card, the words embossed in elegant gold script:

"Her perfume, her favorite drinks… I’ll teach you everything about her. The way she talked, the way she moved." Cassia exhaled slowly. "And the mask?" Nora walked to a small wooden box and carefully lifted the lid. Inside was a sleek black mask with intricate golden patterns. "She never left home without it," Nora muttered sadly. "If you wear this, no one will doubt it’s her." Cassia ran her fingers over the mask, a chill running down her spine. She wasn’t just playing pretend...she was stepping into a dead girl’s life. ....... Later that day, Cassia stood in front of the camera, her heart pounding. The mask sat perfectly on her face, covering just enough to resemble Claudine without questio

"Carnage. But it's not a bad one. This city needs a bit of carnage, and your mask can do that." My mind went over what Isabella said about the mask for the entire day. Actions, words, and even feelings were all in a daze for me. Food didn't focus, and everyone's words seemed muted, and touches felt as though I was standing at the other end of a bubble.

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

His forehead on our hands and my hand on his head and the bond full and warm between us and the sun moving across the steps. When he lifted his head his eyes were red and wet and clear and the gold was soft and Ruin was settled and he looked at me and I looked at him and the silence between us was clean and open and still in a way it had never been before. I reached behind me and pulled the mask out of my pack and held it in my hands. The leather was worn and cracked and the ash binding was fading and the smoke was thin and old. "This mask saved my life," I said. "The Masked Demon. The woman who walked into plague camps and pulled rogues out of caves and slept in the dirt and never cried."