When his mask cracks Novels & Stories

It was a promise, a warning, a question all wrapped into one. “Let me go,” I whispered, refusing to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he said. I didn’t move. “Please,” he added, the word so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Against my better judgment, I turned to face him. And that’s when I saw it—the crack in his armor. The vulnerability he tried so hard to hide. It was there, just for a moment, before it disappeared, replaced by the same unreadable mask he always wore.

Like this, everything feels perfect. But then I remember who I am, and who he is, and what my passing out might have meant. In a panic, I reach up, relaxing only when my fingers touch the edge of my mask. He doesn’t move away from me, but he does frown now, his handsome face becoming darker. “Did you think I would break my promise?” he asks. “I wasn’t sure,” I admit, as I try to relax again. It feels more difficult now, with the adrenaline coursing through me.

He removes his shirt and swaps it for a plain black T-shirt and then puts the mask on. “It’s a shame I'm still mad at you, otherwise I'd suggest you wear that and chase me through the woods, if you catch me then, well, you can imagine the rest,” I purr at Deacon through the mind link. His eyes snap to me and the sight steals my breath. His eyes are even more intense surrounded by the jet-black paint. He looks fierce and so damn hot. Freya was right, the women were going to go mad for him. “I’ve heard angry sex is good,” he responds and although I can’t see his mouth I know he is smirking behind that mask.

*You are stronger than you think. He stared at it for a long moment, then exhaled slowly, his shoulders sinking. “That’s it?” “That’s it,” I said. His hand closed around the paper, crumpling it slightly. “And the other? The one about me?” I shook my head, my voice cracking. “Burned. I’ll never know.” For the first time, his mask slipped. Pain flickered across his face, raw and sharp, before he turned away. “You chose yourself,” he repeated quietly.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, but after a few moments, I heard him chuckle softly. "I didn’t want to scare you, so I whistled. From now on, that’ll be our signal, okay? I know you’re not asleep. Were you waiting for me? Was last night so good that you’re already ready for more tonight?" He hit the nail on the head, and I opened my eyes, feeling both embarrassed and irritated. He looked just like he did the night before, his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible. However, I had left a small lamp on tonight, casting a warm, dim light in the room.

"I watched my sister beg Nicholas like a coward and all he did was just treat her like she was some stray dog." My voice cracked with emotion. "It is all my fault, Marcus. I brought him into our lives and now my little sister is having to pay for my mistakes." "Don't cry, my dear. It is not your fault. No one could have guessed he was a monster. No one did. He wore his mask really well and played his role even better, fooling every one of us. So don't be hard on yourself." Marcus consoled me.

Gary rub his wet palm,The masked man loosen the knot holding the mask together to his face "one" "Two" The mask jerk,Gary face deformed,he held his jaw. "Three" The mask fell off,Gary shudder like he was electrified,what stood in front of him was unworthy of belief,he stood before the man in mortal dread of the nightmare he seems to be having.

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.

I stuttered. “And you, wouldn't you be returning to…..” Words cut off again, examining the gravity, it would hurt him pretty much. “What did you just say?” He barked, suspicious. “Nothing.” I flinged. “Let’s go find the Mellenisk.” I snapped. “Time is going.” He ignored and kept staring. Then grabbed his mask, unbuckled the back slowly. “What are you doing?” My veins pulled. “What…..?” My words lingered as the mask slowly dropped low, revealing his face but by bit, more charms shoveling in, jaw dropping slowly.

EASTER BUNNY A metal pipe clattered across the floor as he kicked it, curses spilling under his breath like poison. He tore off his mask — the painted white rabbit face with the hollow eyes — and hurled it against the wall. It cracked down the middle, bouncing twice before landing at his feet. “Useless,” he snarled. “Absolutely useless.” The echo mocked him. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. He’d come so close. The girl was right there — tied up, already broken at the surface, even if she tried pretending otherwise.