Dangerously Yours Masquerade Novels & Stories

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"A w-wedding?" She stuttered, her throat going dry immediately. This was trouble. Asides from the fact that Chris knowing about her wedding could destroy everything between them, there was also the fact that another person knowing about the wedding, was against the terms of her contract. She didn't know her mystery husband yet but she knew that he was capable of dangerous. He might not be able to hurt Chris because was a vampire but about her family, what about her? Although it had been written that in a year's time, the agreement would be off. It hadn't been up to a year yet, and she felt that his threats were things that would definitely come to pass at a single snap of his fingers.

“You should probably surrender your catalog of dangerous things to us, Delta. It’d be easier for me to help you from time to time.” “I will… try.” Delta only chuckled. She didn’t want anyone to know just how sinful she and her House of Ra were. Then again, Wolfram didn’t even blame her for creating the poison that made her brother kill the Old Madam Colton. “I’ll have someone bring that nightlight here.” Yuri massaged his forehead before turning to Mariska with a reassuring smile. “I think it’s time for you to let me decide on the room décor next time.” However, Mariska only turned away, afraid of facing the world after she had humiliated herself. Then again, she remembered something as if a

“She won’t stop.” Damian’s eyes softened just for a fraction of a second. “I’ll protect you,” he promised. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.” And then the storm outside broke fully, rain lashing the estate like a drum of war, the shattered glass glittering in the candlelight, and the first true battle of the masquerade began. The room was alive with tension, a fragile equilibrium threatening to collapse at any moment. Secrets, lies, and power clashed violently in the air.

A handwritten note was tucked inside, Reggie’s script again. A chance to dress up. Escape. Be whoever we want for one night. Dominic’s one of my oldest business partners. He is discreet and understands privacy. I thought… maybe we could go together. You and me. Cassie looked up at him, pulse kicking. “A masquerade?” He nodded. “It is a safe high-society. The masks mean no names, no faces unless you want them seen. I know it’s a different world, my world and it might be overwhelming but I want you there with me, not as arm candy. As my girlfriend.”

“Everyone does. And no one will know until it’s time.” “And when will that be?” Killian’s smirk was slow and dangerous. “When it hurts the most.” * * Meanwhile, across the city, Damien tossed the same invitation across his desk like it was poison. “This is insane.” Selene didn’t look up from her phone. “It’s a masquerade, Damien. You should be thrilled.” “We’re spending a fortune to sponsor a party.” “To stand next to real power,” she corrected, snapping her compact shut. “Do you want to stay stuck in the boardroom forever, or would you rather dance with the giants?”

Damon said sternly. “Yes” Alice said with a can-do attitude and placed on in front of us both. I picked it up and marveled at it’s quality and how it shone in the light. I opened it to read it’s contents. “A masquerade event?” I inquired, looking puzzled. “Tonight,” Alice announced excitedly. “My good friend, Darla Jenkins is hosting and I want you guys to come.” Before I could object, Damon stood up abruptly. “Alice, it’s too dangerous to be going to parties. Not when there’s a target on both our heads” he gestured towards me.

I could have dashed in, climbing over the gate and crawling up the walls so easily with my vampire abilities, but I have no idea where the pack clinic was, and I don't want to risk any emergency trigger that would alert them of an enemy. In a time like this, when they suspected a poison in the drinks served to the royals that altered their minds and made them forget the girl in the confinement, I'm sure they won't take any suspicion moves as a joke. I would surely be tracked down, and even if I could escape by calling on my people, it would mean I was going to end up failing to save that girl. I waited patiently behind a tree, keeping my eyes on the gate. Just as if the moon goddess was on m

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

“If you are going to remove me from the assignment, do it.” “I did not say that.” “But you are thinking it.” “I am thinking that you are too good a writer to confuse endurance with judgment.” He looks away. That lands. Sarah sighs. “The profile is strong because you see him clearly. That is also what makes this dangerous. If you attend that party, you are not just watching Adrian Blackwell, a public figure. You are watching a man who has already crossed lines with you standing in front of cameras beside his fiancée.”