Book Masked Singer Novels & Stories

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

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. ”

Letting go of the frame, he pulled a few thick strands of his hair back from his mask, arm raised above his head, body tilted just a little. He looks...kinda hot... I didn't know how to tell him I was here without being awkward. Maybe if I snuck back to the entrance and pretended I came in then? I heard his humming shift into low singing. Heart and diamond, club and spade That is how the cards are played His mask seemed to glow as he sang. The creamy color of the satin almost looked white, the green gems sparkled on their own. Rose and ring, baton and blade. Therein lies the masquerade

Kate covered her open mouth because she recognized Ecto’s voice. As all the girls watched transfixed, the phone turned on by itself. On the lock screen, Kate’s pass code typed itself while hidden behind dots. Next, the My Dream Boyfriend app opened and went straight to the Door function and, in particular, the Karaoke theme. The place was Japan-style karaoke box, which was more private than the US karaoke bar. But the most shocking thing of all was the singer himself: Ecto was wearing the pink crop top and pajama shorts!

Music swirled around her, lilting and sweet, and she felt a hand slide into hers. Looking up, her heart skipped a beat. The masked man from the lottery stood before her, dressed in elegant black attire with subtle gold embroidery. The mask covered his eyes and nose, lending him an air of mystery that drew her closer. “May I have this dance?” his voice was smooth, low, and reverent.

Then she handed the phone back. “You made the right decision,” Mia said, voice edged with sarcasm. I turned to Martin, who stood rigid by the door. “Please escort our guest out.” Martin gave a single nod and moved toward her. The girl paused, then turned to us with an expression that almost looked remorseful. “I’m sorry to both of you,” she said, her voice quiet now. “Mia Martinez… you’re my favorite singer.” Mia forced a smile, but I could see the weariness behind her eyes. “It’s a shame we had to meet under these circumstances.”

“Sit. I have one more surprise. Against my better judgment, I obeyed, lowering myself onto the couch with an air of suspicion. Klaus tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Tell me, Rosalia… would you believe I’m a singer?” My eyes widened. “Really?” “Really.” His voice was far too smug, as though daring me to call him a liar. I arched a brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you. “Then watch.” He flicked on a machine I hadn’t noticed before one of those ridiculous karaoke setups. Bright words flickered on a little screen, and suddenly, music blared through hidden speakers.

The damn Mr Nobody brought two of his left fingers to his mouth and licked it clean. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at him, and then she looked around to see if anybody saw what he just did. Most of the people were leaving and the rest of them were busy eating their food and quietly singing along to the new song playing in the background. But Nora caught the eyes of somebody at a table in the far end—a guy dressed entirely in black who was staring at her with menace in his eyes. “A-alvin… we need to go now,” she stammered.

I said into my phone the moment he was gone. “What did that bastard want?” my best friend screamed. “He wants me to wear a mask and sing for Meredith tonight.” “Is he insane? Your voice is nothing like hers! The elders will know instantly.” “I know,” I said coldly. “That’s exactly why I’m going.” “You want to get caught?” Selene asked. “I want everyone to see my face. Call the Moon Herald Keepers. Tell them the top human singer has a huge secret to reveal tonight at the performance hall.”

he sobbed, his tears and snot mingling together from the slaps. "Hit me, curse me—do whatever you need—as long as you feel better!" "Oh, please. He's putting on a pity act now. Honestly, those slaps sound too light to me. It's basically like tickling his face. He should've been more sincere. Mom, tell those bodyguards to help him out! I don't think he can do it himself!" A smirk tugged at Mom's lips. "Fine. Since you're so sorry, I'll help you out."