Dangerously Yours Masquerade 소설 & 이야기

I looked from the daring slit to the elegant neckline to the woman who still didn’t fully understand the power she held over me. “I can show you,” I said, pointing my thumb toward the bed with a wicked grin. She burst out laughing and slapped my arm. “Behave. We have a ball from hell to attend.” I helped her with her mask just to test it out— a delicate silver and lavender piece that matched the dress — then put on my own simple black one. Standing there in front of the mirror together, we looked like the perfect power couple. Dangerous. Elegant. Untouchable. But I knew better. Behind the masks and the fake belly, we were walking straight into Reginald’s arena. Penelope would likely be there

Azrael corrected, a glint of something troublesome swirling within his eyes. Orion must’ve caught on too, because he hissed under his breath. The pale strands of his hair stuck up as he ran his fingers through them. “This can’t be good. What exactly does the paper say?” “A masquerade of madness and mayhem,” Azrael’s lips tipped up at the corner, flashing a hint of canine. “Sounds fun.” Draco snorted, “sounds dangerous.” Azrael handed the paper to Orion, who scanned it with his usual scowl in place. “Be that as it may, we have no choice but to go. This was Casimir’s price for Ismene’s location. The little wolf can—”

“But proof… changes everything.” The next night, Isabella and Damian attended a charity masquerade, the perfect cover for a confrontation. Guests danced beneath glittering chandeliers, masks hiding identity while secrets thrived in plain sight. Isabella wore a crimson gown, the fabric hugging her curves, her mask delicate but concealing sharp eyes. Damian’s tuxedo was impeccable, mask black and angular, highlighting the intensity of his gaze. From across the room, Matteo watched, mask in place, his movements deliberate. Isabella sensed his presence immediately, heart tightening. Damian’s hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance. “Stay close,” he murmured.

“ Perfect “ Zara muttered to herself. Zara: I need a date. And a partner in crime for Step Six. Masquerade party. She stared at the message for a split second before hitting send. Not because she doubted he’d say yes, but because she already knew he would. Leo replied almost immediately, like he’d been waiting for her to say something like this. Leo: A masquerade? Perfect. My face is literally my biggest secret weapon. Mask or no mask, I’m in Zara. Zara chuckled to herself. The game was on again. And this time, it would be played in silk, mystery, and shadows.

she said dramatically as she hits on the table, “masquerade party,” “Masquerade party,” I smiled, “even more fun,” “You didn't know? It's your club, how can you not…..” then she froze, I guess she completely forgot how we got here. But I never stopped smiling, “Lisa I'm so sorry.” “It's okay Maya, everything will soon go back to the way it's supposed to be,” I said reassuringly, “now, back to the game.” I began, pulling pictures out of the big envelope, “My supposed driver and assistant love going to clubs and watching girls cum,” I saw disgust lace on Maya's face but Mark had the opposite, “to be more precise, they enjoy watching when lesbians are having sex.”

"I don't love anything about him!" "Then why not continue?" he asks. "Why not insist? What are you running from? You're protected here, this I guarantee you. And if he recognizes you, then you can go. I'll help you and become responsible for getting you out safely. But until then, why not?" I chew my bottom lip contemplatively. This is madness. Ambrose is crazy. "It's a good opportunity. And you know what else?" He walks past me and starts rummaging through the drawers behind me. He pulls out a mask. It's golden. "We had a masquerade theme last year. It'll be implemented for the rest of the month."

“Oh, I wish I could but don’t worry, all I need from here is the money he pays for our performances, nothing more. Besides, rumours say he’s dangerous.” “They are not just rumours, little girl. Those are facts. He is a dangerous man, and I’m a dangerous woman. We are fit for each other. Try to come between us and you won’t like what will happen.” “Who are you?” The woman was acting so shady and ridiculous. She even looked older that Mason. “You are all obsessed with g****e nowadays. If you get time, g****e Carolina Mendoza. You’ll know why you need to stay away. Now, go.”

Something that made my chest tighten with fear even now. I had made a mistake. A very big mistake. And that mistake had almost exposed my biggest secret… To the one person I was trying the hardest to hide it from. Damian. My fingers shook slightly as I picked up my earrings from the table. I stared at them for a second… then slowly put them on. “Stupid silver mask,” I muttered under my breath. “I should have thrown you out a long time ago.” I let out a frustrated sigh as I put on my earrings.

I had to find somewhere safe, somewhere I could get medical treatment without being asked questions. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself. Just one more day. One more day, and then I was out. Thirty-Four Years Old I felt the whispers as I walked through the gala, a tangible hum of judgment and resentment. I was sure I saw the mayor's wife sneer as I passed. I didn't blame her; if my husband had been forced to give up the house he promised me because of tax evasion, I'd be pissed too. I spotted Desiree across the room and headed towards her, my black dress swishing with each step. She was my closest friend and business partner; I wouldn't be half as successful without her.

PRESENT DAY. (DANIEL) In my safe place there are many dangers. Machos parade their large cocks with their masks on, nicotine and mixed colognes swirl in the air, as party comers dance on the strobe light floor. Loud jazz buzzes from the subwoofers, rattling my bones. I knock back my martini, the alcohol burning down my throat. Fuck. I need cock. The faster I get fucked, the better. “You’ve had too much. You’ll lose yourself.” Clara says, shaking the drink hard before pouring it into a glass of ice. “For the fact this is a secret society doesn’t guarantee you waste yourself. You lose your guard, your identity suffers.”