Book Masked Singer Novels & Stories

Jeric gave me a chair and I sat down, looking for any sign of Theon. I waited for a minute when suddenly, music started to play. “Here we are all alone in this room (Oh) And girl I know where to start and what we gonna do (Yeah) I'll take my time we'll be all night girl So get ready babe I got plans for me and you It ain't my first time but baby girl we can pretend” The lights suddenly turned dim and a few color lights lit up. The door opened and I was met with a man with a black mask on with a microphone started to sing. He had no shirt on except his black pants on and his black boots.

My brain short-circuited. Marisol sat in the tub, water sloshing gently around her. Her light blue pajamas clung to her body, soaked straight through. A tipsy, over-the-top grin spread across her face as she tapped her phone, music playing low in the background like she was prepping for a solo concert. One hand pressed dramatically to her chest. She spotted the security camera in the corner and pointed, eyes glassy and unfocused but locked on like she had a front-row audience. Then, with the flair of someone fully committed to the drama, she flung her arm wide and sang.

Rowan sat down. “Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that?” I asked. He hesitated. “Were you at the concert the other night?” The question nearly made me choke on my drink. I set the cup down slowly. “Why would that matter to you?” Rowan leaned back slightly, still watching me carefully. “I saw something there that reminded me of you.” My fingers tightened around the cup. “That sounds like your problem.” He didn’t smile. “The singer. Jinx.” My heartbeat quickened. “What about her?” “There was something familiar about her voice,” he said slowly. For a moment I forgot how to breathe. He leaned forward slightly. “Did you talk to her?” “I don’t make a habit of chatting with masked perfor

Suddenly the entire room fills with the beat of "can't help-Parachute" Brandon's voice sings with the beat of the music. "Woah oh woah oh" And just like that the entire room becomes silent to watch Brandon as he appears to be serenading somebody. "Well I tried to fake it, baby I tried to break it. But that's some kind of spell you got over me-e-e." Brandon's voice is actually really nice sounding. He's perfectly on tune, and honestly that voice could easily serenade any girl. Everybody watches as Brandon-who's wearing a buttoned up letter jacket with the school colors purple and maroon-sings into the mic standing on top of a table staring at...me?!

I grit my teeth to keep from screaming at the burning sensation that forms there. I only hear his footsteps towards the dresser. Soon after, the sound is turned on and the song 'hymn for the weekend' begins to echo. My vision is dark, in fact, the room is dark, so I can't see much. With the loud music playing, my senses are dazed. I feel Ethan's hands on my leg, moving up... my thighs, my ass, my back... He takes his hands away from me, but only to slide a mask over my face.

“What is it?” He smiled wide, proud of choosing something I liked. “It's a moscato from Australia. I thought you might like it. It's sweet like you.” “You thought right,” I said, taking a second, larger sip before handing him my glass for more. He filled my glass as well as his before sitting. Everything was beautiful. The white gauzy fabric of the gazebo floated lazily on the soft breeze, far from the gentle flicker of the candle flames. The ocean provided the background music, a soft murmur punctuated with cries from seagulls in the distance. “This is amazing, by the way. Thank you.”

She turned around quickly to see a tall guy who looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark brown hair, murky green eyes that moved around the store and his lean body was clothed in black attire. He was carrying a large brown box in his arms and moved in quiet, graceful strides. Melody noticed dark designs in the inner part of his forearm; a tattoo. His gaze quickly locked onto hers. The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her.

Laughter and music drifted down from the second floor, like sounds from another world. I pushed open the estate doors, and a cold wind rushed toward me. The December air in Sicelia carried a hint of sea breeze. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with sharp, icy freedom. Across from me, five black armored cars were parked in silence. They were like five beasts waiting in the dark. The door of the middle car opened, and Joseph stepped out. He wore a perfectly-tailored black coat. Ten years had passed. He was taller and his features sharper, but his gray-blue eyes were the same.

“Sure. Go ahead.” She reached up, handed me the music box, her fingertips brushing the back of my hand. It felt cold, like snake skin. “Thanks.” I took it with a feigned brightness and deliberately wound it in front of her. That warped “Für Elise” filled the room again. This time, I listened carefully to every note. Beneath the melody, there was a faint distortion, almost like someone whispering from far away. “It sounds beautiful,” I said, silently counting the beats in my head.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.