Dangerously Yours Masquerade Novels & Stories

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Her eyes darted around, scanning every passerby and street corner, as if danger could emerge from anywhere. Across the sidewalk, Daniel watched Malik and Dima walk briskly by. What sent a chill down his spine wasn't just their hurried footsteps, but the masks they wore—faces identical to their own, like distorted reflections in a broken mirror. Daniel slammed on the brakes and pulled the car to a stop beside her, rolling down the window and calling out in a low, cautious voice, "Hey, you can go in. It's safe here."

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

“It’s safer for you at his house.” “Safer from what?” “Everything,” Marco replied softly, his gaze pleading for me to understand. “Those people who were following us… the ones who sent them know where I live. It’s not safe for you there, especially if I’m not around.” Yesterday, after saying I wouldn’t regret choosing to be with Marco, I tried convincing myself that life with him wouldn’t be as smooth as a fairytale romance. Marco wasn’t a regular guy. He was a wealthy man who carried a gun, the kind of person who gets picked up by suited men and rides in luxury cars right after stepping off a plane.

Lyra's POV The ballroom is a swirl of color and mystery, the air thick with perfume and secrets. I adjust my ornate mask, grateful for the anonymity it provides. Tonight's masquerade is more than just a celebration of our newly merged realms – it's a powder keg of political intrigue, waiting for a spark. I scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces behind elaborate disguises. A flash of silver catches my eye – Xander, his broad shoulders unmistakable even beneath an intricately designed wolf mask. My heart skips a beat, and I silently curse my body's betrayal.

And as I continued to think about this, I felt a pang of pain in my chest. "I'm.." Damon was unable to speak. "I.." he stuttered, unsure of what to say. "Is he the one?" Sean asked me once he noticed that Damon was too stunned to speak. "The young man you told me about?" He asked me and I raised my brows in confusion. "Uhm, yeah." I lied. I knew I had to play along especially since I didn't tell him about Damon stalking me. " Young man, when a girl says she's not interested, it's smart to just walk away." Sean snapped at Damon who became calm once Sean said that.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

The door of the hall was broken due to gunshots. There was chaos in the hall cause of that, all the guests started running around and finding ways to escape. Whereas, the trio and Meera loaded their guns and got ready to face their enemies. Noah flinched and stood behind Meera. He was really scared to face the villains and thus put her in front of himself to face all the difficulties alone. This was his "love". A number of men wearing black clothes came inside the hall. They were holding guns and were also wearing masks. After them, came Mr. K and all the men bowed to him.

My hand was slick and hot now, aching with the effort. Finally, during the film's climax, hidden by the burst of noise from the crowd in the theater, Rex ducked his head into my clothes and began devouring my chest. Then, with a muffled groan, he shuddered and spilled everything into my hand.