Alice Masquerade Novels & Stories

Fortunately, Alice didn't realize that the man standing in front of her was Alex. Alice only realized that this man was very handsome despite wearing a mask. “Sir, I believe you are a man of honor. I'm sorry to have to tell you this... you should not be tempted by Claire's advances. Because the truth is that she's not just seducing you, there must be many other men out there who have fallen victim to her. Claire is a woman who already has a husband. Even though her husband is useless, you shouldn't make her your mistress. You are handsome and rich, there must be many respectable women lining up to be your partner,” Alice said at length.

Amber stopped in front of Cassandra's room door, looking intently at Alice, waiting for the final answer. "I must never reveal the plan or say that my lady, Eleanor Parker, is the true mate of the Alpha King. I must lie and pretend until the end, even if I suspect or if it costs me my life," Alice murmured, swallowing hard. "Perfect, you are ready!" Amber smiled, hopeful that the plan might work.

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.

Not only was she very good on the pole, her anonymous appearance was intriguing to anyone who had ever watched her dance. From her striking red hair to her very curvy figure and then to her emerald eyes which were slightly concealed with a dark amber mask that covered most of her face which earned her the name 'Amber', June Skylar was the major sensation of the strip club and with good cause if anyone was being honest.

Luisa shook her head slowly, but never met Alice’s eyes. Alice was wearing a black eyelet trim black top, her golden brown hair was tied in a sleek bun at the back of her head. and two black gloves that hung from the waist of her thick black tights. Her outfits were almost always dark but not as dark as the look in her eyes. She hated men who tried to take advantage of women, especially women who were vulnerable. Luisa was in the same predicament she was right now before she begged Don Caroni to take her off the street and bring her to this mansion so she could work for him as payment for his protection. Pete knew this, he was the one who collected her from the slum she stayed in. This notio

'If only you could stop being so evil. When they reached his house Alice almost cracked. Part of her wanted to fall to her knees on the doorstep and beg forgiveness. Crossing that barrier into his house, he would become someone else. Out here, on the walk home, he was just an ordinary—if somewhat arrogant—boy. As soon as they were in private his mask would slip away. He would become something monstrous. Alice felt bile rising in her throat as she crossed the threshold, placing herself in Dylan's care. It was just a step. One tiny step into the doorway. But to Alice, it was so much more. It was probably the bravest thing she'd ever done.

I felt powerless to ease her anxiety. I had to wonder what truth could there be in Alice’s accusation? What does she know that I don’t? And what would motivate a usually mild natured person like Alice to stand up in front of everybody and throw a curve ball like that? Why did she even come to the wedding – was it just to wreck Lily’s big day? That’s malicious, and Alice has never been a malicious person. I recall that fateful evening when Lily and I came across Alice visiting a young man called Marcus Webb. She called him Zorro. Some kind of call sign?

"Kill the bitch. Once she's dead, Lucas will make me the new Luna." "That Alpha is so stupid. He still hasn't realized that the ambush five years ago where I 'saved' him was just an act..." In the footage, Isabella was directing the rogues to tear at my abdomen, a hideous, triumphant laugh on her face. The real Isabella, currently lying on the floor, turned as pale as paper. She knew she couldn't keep the act up. She frantically tried to cover the crystal. "No! That's not me! It's fake! That bitch framed me!"

I offered her a reassuring smile before taking in the chains that wrapped around her ankles and wrists. “Alpha,” she rasped. “Isabella. This is your luna, Amia.” I inched closer as she glanced at me. She licked her lips and turned back to Andrius. “What’s going to happen to me?” Getting a closer look, I noted that her skin wasn’t pale like Levi’s. “Are you hiding your vampirism, or is this how you look because you’re a hybrid?” I asked before Andrius could answer her question. “This is how I look,” Isabella answered.

"You... you brought her back?" "I tracked her down," Alice said, turning to look at me with a chilling smile. "She was running some low-level scams in Ohio. I made her an offer. I told her that the broke boy from college was a King now. I told her if she helped me get rid of Sabrina, she could have the life she turned down back then." "You paid her?" I whispered. "You paid her to pretend to love me?" "She was motivated," Alice said, shrugging. "And you were easy, Leon. The moment she walked into that gala—wearing the dress I bought for her, using the invite I sent her—you fell right back into her trap. You thought it was fate. It was payroll."