Antelope Masked Singer Novels & Stories

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

“ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio confused . “ I have heard a lot of compliments from the guests today about my appearance but yours was quite blunt . “ said the masked man . “ I am telling the truth though . That costume is a lot of money . “ said Antonio staring at him . After laughing , the light where they were , turned on and the two of them could see each other’s appearance clearly . The masked man was a bit surprised from Antonio’s appearance . ‘ He is obviously a man but surprisingly……he is very beau

A loud sound of laughter echoed inside a stately villa in ghost dawn city. A handsome man in spotless white clothes sitting in a couch shaped like a naked woman kneeling in a sultry manner custom made for his fetish preferences threw his head back and laughed loudly. "It's so funny, I can't stop laughing!" Antonio said amidst laughter before getting up from the couch, his red mask was laying casually on a glass table at the side besides a bottle of wine, his face which was always hidden under the mask was spotlessly handsome one would wonder why he always wore the mask.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

She doubted alpha Drake would squeak a word about their encounter for the sake of his ego he wouldn't even squeak a word to his men. "You are mistaken, my name is Riona, not Elena and I am not your mate," she gritted out, trying to play the part of a pissed-off person. She had enough, her body was out of control with his scent everywhere, and infecting her with needs she could not act on. Riona stood, surprised that she was even able to considering how weak in the knees he got her. She turned to walk away from him. He stood her in her tracks. "Take off your mask," he ordered, his words hard and compelling.

I didn’t have a choice but to step after them. The tent was bigger on the inside, the air thick with smoke and herbs. Candles floated midair, their flames bending unnaturally. At the center sat a figure draped in layers of black cloth, their face obscured by a mask carved from bone. The voice that filled the tent wasn’t male or female. It was both, and neither, echoing like two voices speaking at once. “The rogue-born. The Vale wolf. The traitor.” I froze. My heart hammered as the figure’s masked face tilted toward me.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the hospital room and says to him, “I don’t know why my sister collapsed in front of you. But I am also curious as to why you are the first man she has approached in ages, I believe you might be able to heal her psychological problems. So I will give you a chance tonight to take care of her and let’s see what will happen.” He nods his head and is about to enter but he stops him again and inquiries, “What is your name singer G?” He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”