Dangerously Yours Masquerade Novels & Stories

It’s a picture. I stare down at it. A stiff, old photograph, slightly curled at the edges. It shows a couple, hand in hand. Both are wearing masks, but I can still see enough of their faces to feel a strange tug in my chest. The man looks… familiar. Not exactly, but enough to make my skin prickle. I glance at the page where the photo was placed. It reads: “Masquerade party with my lover. He’s been obsessed with unlocking the full potentials of the white wolf. He’s dallied in matters he shouldn’t have, and because of him, something far deadlier might have been unleashed into the world.”

she said, her eyes doing a slow, appreciative rake down my body. "You look... impossible," I managed. She smiled, a real one that reached her eyes. "Let's go be impossible together." The Kappa Sig house was a massive, colonial-style mansion pulsing with bass and colored lights. The "Midnight Masquerade" theme had spawned a sea of tuxedos, glittering dresses, and elaborate masks. The air was thick with cologne, perfume, and the promise of immorality. A bored-looking frat brother at the door collected ten bucks from me and waved Daisy in for free with a wink.

“I don’t understand… I don’t know who you are, why you’re doing this…” “I’m doing this because I can’t stand seeing you broken.” He leans a fraction closer. “Not by him, not by anyone.” , My chest tightens. I want to scream at him. I want to lean closer. I don’t know which urge is stronger. my heart races, and my tears keep flowing. He hates seeing me like this, and yet—he hasn’t turned away. He hasn’t left. I dare a glance at him, really look at him. Behind the mask, behind the cold, controlled exterior, there is something… raw. Something strange. A dangerous kind of comfort. Why… Why do I feel comfort in this danger, with this dangerous man?

"They are children chasing echoes. Vance is competent, but his hands are tied by politics. The younger one… Miller. He’s hungry. He will be a problem." He fell silent again, his mind working, plotting moves on a board only he could see. This was the real man. The public performance was over. The private strategy session had begun. "The hospital," I said, not a question but a reminder of the next act. A slow, thin smile touched his lips. "Yes. The hospital. It is important we are seen. Especially today." ··•·•·•·· Few minutes later, we were standing under a large white tent outside the new ‘Vitale Generos Wing’ of the city hospital. Cameras flashed. Local politicians and socialites sipped cha

For one fleeting second, sunlight struck his back, and I could have sworn I saw the outline of a silver mask etched into his skin. A mirage that vanished the moment I blinked. The Masquerade Ball was just around the corner. And with Santino Alexios now entering the game, I realized that my date with destiny would be far more dangerous than I had ever imagined. The truce between my mates hung by a thread... And even now, the masked man continued to haunt my every thought.

"Okay, and it's one month left for you to put to birth. So, 1 + 2 equals 3. In three months time, that is when you want to wear this outfit. What kind of vibe do you want to give for your honeymoon? Hmm... I don't know if I want to try BDSM again or just regular sex, but regular sex sounds too boring and unappealing to me. "I want to give Mafia princess vibes." "Ouuu. That would be freakishly hot!" Alice jumps like a child on Christmas morning. "I know the perfect taboo dress for that vibe." Her face falls for a moment. "But will your man accept to play the sub?" "My man? No, he is a dominant in every sense of the word." West would not even let me finish the proposition; he had already bent

A victorious smile came onto his face and he kisses my lips again before telling me when he’d pick me up. Going out together wasn’t really the idea of keeping apart and taking things slow, but none of us cared at this point. I miss him and my want for him grows with every passing day, and the trial is still in process and the last thing I want is complicated issues with my union with Dane, but I am believing we can find balance in all of this. Dane assured me that since we were going to a masquerade party, it would hide my true identity because everyone would have a mask on. The only means of identification would be my scent, which would be hard to discern from the dozens of people who would

“I’m fine.” His fingers pressed slightly against my waist. “Are you sure?” I swallowed. “Yes.” His mouth curved. “You’re a terrible liar.” I gave him a look. “You’re one to talk.” He chuckled quietly. For one moment, everything else disappeared, there was no engagement, no contract, and no Ashley. Just Damian standing close enough for me to remember exactly why that night at the masquerade had been so difficult to forget. Then he leaned closer. “Remember the rules.”

“Robert wants us married by the end of the school year so I can just move in with him.” “And just have a bunch of sex, right?” she said, her voice lilting with humor—right as I opened the door. And there he was. Damien Volkov. And big brother wasn’t an understatement. The man standing in the hallway was an intimidating wall of muscle and brooding silence. His dark eyes—just as intense and piercing as Ana’s—locked with mine instantly. His hair was buzzed short, his tattoos visible above the stiff collar of his suit jacket. His jaw looked like it had been carved out of stone, his nose just slightly crooked, like it had taken a punch or two in the past. Everything about him screamed dangerous,

Her heels already ached. Everyone in the room shimmered. The women wore diamonds like skin. The men—every one of them tall, clean-jawed, dangerous—wore masks that looked like power in velvet form. And she had never felt more alone in her life. She’d only come because one of her student’s parents had insisted, said it would be “good exposure,” and “for a good cause.” A charity masquerade hosted by Volkov Industries. The champagne was free. The judgment was not.