Book Masked Singer Novels & Stories

But what followed was almost worse in its calm precision. A man in robes stepped forward, chanting words I didn’t recognize, Latin, maybe older. The air thickened with incense and smoke as I repeated the vows whispered to me: words of secrecy, obedience, and eternal loyalty to the Order. When it was done, Mr. Everhart turned to me, pride gleaming behind his mask. He reached for a name tag and pinned it onto my suit. “Beta,” it read in bold, metallic letters. He handed me a mask unlike the others, black, sleek, faceted like crystal, catching the candlelight in a thousand tiny reflections. As if it was made of diamonds. I lifted it slowly and tied the silken rope behind my head.

“What—time is it?” “Three thirteen,” she said automatically. “Of course it is.” He blinked blearily. “Why does that—oh. The curse again?” “Yup. It’s singing now.” He frowned. “Singing?” “Yes, singing! Like a ghostly Spotify playlist, except I didn’t hit shuffle.” She gestured toward the mirror — faint light rippled across the glass like water. The melody threaded through the air, delicate and strangely familiar. Adrian rose, walking toward it. “You recognize it?”

she said softly, “bury me in couture.” He kissed her slow, hand gripping her jaw. “You don’t die.” “I might.” “Then I burn the cathedral down.” She smiled. “Bring gasoline.” — Inside, the cathedral was chaos and perfume. Masks everywhere. Faces hidden. Intentions sharper than knives. Zara took her seat in the front row. Next to Bianca. Of course. Bianca smiled under her silver fox mask. “Stunning dress. I almost wore it.” Zara didn’t look at her. “You couldn’t afford it.”

I whispered, and he fondled my hand as we strolled there. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as he pulled out a chair for me to sit. A soft smile graced my features and suddenly, a band of singers showed up unexpectedly with instruments in their hands. Some played the trumpet while some yodeled, their performance grabbing the attention of every couple in the restaurant. Everyone at the restaurant smiled warmly, loving the little entertainment they received from the band. The band members had masks on their faces and were in uniform as well. People clapped as they sang, and I watched their faces lit with enthusiasm, filling the air.

Since Tony was near the remote control and songbook, he told him to pass it. Tony almost rolled his eyes and passed the remote and the songbook. Then the couple chose their song. There were at least five more songs that were in line. Sabrina removed her coat and snuggled on him to be more comfortable, then she put the coat in front of her like a blanket. She yawned, and then her ears were really stinging from their voices. After what seemed like forever, Gabriel picked the microphone. He started singing Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars. Though he wasn't a good singer, his voice was cool, suave, and on the right notes. For her, it was good and pleasing.

The ballroom was filled with music, but inside my head, everything went completely quiet. Julian Moretti stood right in front of us, wearing a soft black mask that did not hide the dark cruelty in his eyes. The light from the gold chandeliers caught the small scar across his jawline. His smile was cold and relaxed, like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.

Unlikely," she replied. It was evening, a lot of people were hanging at the bar. It was the perfect time for adults to either meet with new friends or just chill around while listening to the band playing in the background. They were actually good performers. She guessed that the members were somewhere in their early forties. They looked neat and professional in their casual attire. The male vocalist's voice was cold. He was sitting on a stool and in front of him was a microphone stand. "Sis, I have a surprise for you," Jenny said, grinning. "Huh? What is it?" “The next song I’ll be playing was requested by someone. She said the song was memorable for someone she knew too well," The sin

Kara ordered. “Let's rob,” Andre teased. Maria smiled faintly, her dimple showing off the edge of her face. Beautiful things are always rare. The instant she smiled at him, his lights faded out. He knew she could be the end of him or the beginning. He would do almost everything to see that same sparkle light up in her face but he knew better. He knew better than to believe in fairy tales. He knew better than to ignore the voice inside his head. The voice which sang all the songs he played inside him, the once dominating voice whispering into him.

He must have been a therapist or a doctor. The woman named Tania took a step closer and broke into a song. My hands hung limp at my side. It was the song my mother used to sing to us when we were kids as she tucked us into bed every night. I closed my eyes as she sang the song and I could hear Tania's voice for the first time. Tears flowed from my eyes as she sang and my body went limp, with the fight in me dying. Her voice drew nearer till I felt her arms wrap around me, embracing me in a hug.

“Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” In an instant, Duke Raziel grabbed her hand, and let her touch his face. He let her trail it on his cheeks. “Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” She felt an electric touch, her heart beating fast in excitement. His face was soft and masculine. She let her hands trail on his strong and sharp jaw, to his collarbones. “You’re really handsome….” She couldn’t help but comment, still gaping at the sight. “Why do you even wear a mask?”