Book Masked Singer Novels & Stories

I was taken aback. "Ah..." I let out a scream of fear, but before I finished, someone put a tight hand on my mouth. The man's slightly calloused hands and prickly cheeks hurt. His sub-woofer's sexy voice rang out: "SHH... Don't scream, it's me." "MK? I immediately recognized that it belonged to MK. His voice was deep and sexy, and I had no power to resist. "Well, it's me." MK answered in a low voice, and then bowed his head close to me, warm breath hit my face, I was suddenly surrounded by MK's cold breath. MK's slightly cold lips pressed down and kissed me strongly but gently.

Just when I figured my plan had failed, I heard the familiar sound of a whistle. I shot up from the bed and quickly switched on both lights in the bedroom. The masked man entered, and I stubbornly turned my back to him, pretending to be upset. "Are you mad?" His body, hot as ever, pressed against me from behind, and he took my cold hand, warming it gently in his own. “I’ve been busy lately. That’s why I haven’t come to see you,” he said. I wasn’t even sure why I felt angry or why he felt the need to explain himself. It was all so ridiculous. He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me.

Her voice rose, cracking under the strain as she failed to keep her usual gentle composure. "You didn't? You'd better not have," James said, giving her a scrutinizing look. "Next time, accept bribes where there are no security cameras. Honestly, you're so stupid that it's downright painful. "Also, make up your mind. You can't be a saint and a manipulative shrew at the same time. Don't lose sight of who you're pretending to be. Saints don't go around snuggling into other people's boyfriends!" Kate quickly stepped away from Brandon, but he raised his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. "James, you're just a resident doctor. You have no right to criticize Kate."

Then, wordless, he dropped to one knee. The image was all but surreal: Garrett—impervious, calculating, always in control—on his knees in front of me like a man divested of all his armor. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring, its brilliance almost blinding under the light. But it wasn't the sparkle of the diamond that got my attention-it was the engraving. Our names, carved into the band in small, precise script.

“It is good to see you again, child.” “Same,” Larissa said as she smiled at the older woman. Gabe walked into the classroom and looked between the two of them. It was plain to see he was still mad from the small tiff the couple had a few minutes earlier. The man unnerved her because of his looks, but Larissa just began to picture him without his skin, and she was back to normal. That was her trick. She used the old saying picture them naked but changed it to something she could actually do. She thought of them as an autopsy instead.

She introduced herself by saying, "Hello, we're filming a show and need to work to make some money. Do you need a singer?" Hearing this, the bar owner glanced at Gwyneth and Liam. He slowly stood up. "I think I can attract some customers for you by singing. Just an hour will do. You have nothing to lose, right?" Gwyneth said, sensing the bar owner's skepticism. Gwyneth's voice was clear and bright. In stark contrast to the coquettish young girl's, her voice was pleasant to the ears. The bar owner hesitated briefly before nodding. Gwyneth's smile broadened. She quickly made her way to the microphone and picked up the guitar by the side. The instrument had been prepared for the evening's resid

The small space inside was soundproof. “Sing for me, Kale,” Jace commanded. He released my wrist, his dark eyes scanning my bare body with a hungry gaze. “Let me hear what my investment sounds like when you are stripped bare.” “You are literally insane,” I whispered. I crossed my arms over my chest, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. “I am naked, Jace. It is freezing in here.” “Then sing to get warm,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You weren’t even invited. Get out before someone sees us!” Damien stepped closer, crowding me against the counter, his tall, powerful body radiating heat. That arrogant, devilish smirk curved his lips as his dark eyes raked over me from head to toe. “You look like sin wrapped in white, Soph. But we both know this pretty dress belongs on the floor while I fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. Heat flooded between my thighs even as shame burned my cheeks. “Mark is right outside giving his speech. If he finds us—”

It was an order. In the far corner, the VIP section was blocked by two men in black suits. One spotted her, lifted the rope, and let her through without a word. The music was quieter inside the glass lounge, though still loud. Everything was polished and sleek. He was there. Diego Roderigo sat in a leather booth, drink in hand. His navy suit looked expensive and perfect. The dim light caught his face—sharp features, cold eyes, and a thin scar. His presence filled the room.

Dindo replied. "Tsk. Treat your face," she said, once bleeh. "I smell something fishy, huh?" Scarlett replied. The two fell silent. Amore and Ezekiel also smiled. "Huh, what? Let's eat. I'm hungry. It's late so I need to eat." He changes the subject. They just ate. Regor has already opened the said gift. He was still smiling. He expects Mariposa to be the sender. He had already removed the wrapper. "Huh? What? Ahhhhhh!" He exclaimed in shock. At the same time, he lost consciousness due to alcohol and illegal drugs.