The Mask Novel Novels & Stories

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

However, the mask was not that ordinary. "This!" The girls and boys gawked. Of course, there are boys also. They didn't just talk. Because they liked him too! "All of the boys here are gays!" That was his thought when he came here. His mask was made simple but very high class! "Rich!!" The girls and the boys including the teacher called. "Haneng Exclusive Mask!" That mask came from his mall. The best mall in Korea! To be continued...

The bodice was structured like a ribcage, boned with steel and covered in delicate, hand-stitched lace that looked like climbing vines—or thorns. ​In two hours, I would walk into a masked ball. A "merger celebration," Daniel had called it. To the elite of Shanghai, I would be Anastasia Drewmore, the mysterious and untouchable heiress. The mask would protect me. The mask would allow me to look for the truth without the world seeing the terror in my eyes. ​I pulled the matching mask from the bag. It was a delicate work of laser-cut filigree, black metal twisted into the shape of a weeping willow, adorned with tiny, dark crystals. It was beautiful. It was a cage for my face.

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

I could finish up with schooling here without a hitch, if Rachel respected herself at least, and then ship myself to one of the colleges in the human realm. Maybe revenge could come after that. Right? I shook my head. A day at a time. “I know you are not in the best mood to answer my questions, thanks to me, but the mask, what’s it made of? I have never seen anything like it. Why do you wear it?” I didn’t know what the mask was made of, and I was definitely not going to tell him why I was wearing a mask, so I remained silent. Let him make whatever he wants from it.

She was about to say something, but Black cut her fast. "Of course we ain't gonna rob. I don't wanna end up in jail, alright? My novel entitled The Masked is kinda inspired from that movie. My characters weren't illusionists, though. They're wizards. Attention seeker wizards, if I may add. They found happiness in doing something that would eventually create a fuss and make a person's attention dart on them. They entertain people to entertain themselves." He stopped for a while and looked at each of them. He's expecting one of them to say something and he's right. Flute's senses finally came back. "Wait! Are you saying... we have to catch people's attention? And through that, you think we wou

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

Chapter Three – Masquerade Mastery The ballroom transformed into a realm of shadows and silk as the early morning hours approached, the chandeliers dimming, their light a soft halo over the crimson velvet alcove where we lay entwined. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by the Masquerade’s unrelenting passion. The five women loomed over me, their masks still in place, breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate the night in a final act of dominance. The air thrummed with the energy of our s

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

After that, Ethelbert had to drink more wine and keep going even though the heat made it feel like his throat was being torn apart over and over again. In an effort to maintain his alert state and take in his surroundings, Ethelbert retreated to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the windy balcony on the second floor, where he appeared to see a face he had seen before. Ethelbert experienced a sudden increase in his level of awareness. He rubbed his eyes and made an effort to look more closely in order to ensure that he hadn't made a mistake. His attention was drawn to a picture of a woman who was dressed in a long dress made of blac