Hoodskiiz Mask

“I can't be with you. We aren't made to be. I'm broken and you ruin everything in your path” I murmur against his lips in a daze. Kian’s hands around my waist tightens “That's why we are made for each other, dimples. You are already broken so I can't ruin you. We can only heal each other from this point on “I can't” But I can’t move away. His touch lights up a trail of fire as his fingers travels down my spine. “You don't have a choice, dimples. You are mine and I'm never letting you go” Alora has demons who whisper to her every day. After being bullied brutally in high school for being fat, she decides to lose weight to regain confidence but that also came with its own baggage. Kian is the heir to the Baston Hotel chain. He loves control and is addicted to it. He is as devastatingly handsome just as he is cruel. Kian hates the fake person Alora has become. He despises the mask on her face and wants to rip it off to shreds. He wants to mess her up and make her his. Alora can never hide from Kian. She wants to fight the pull to him but it's impossible when he breathes under her skin. Kian is the only one who can teach Alora what true love is and Alora is the only one who can calm the storm in Kian.

Betrayed by the two people she loved most, her fiancé and her stepsister, Ella loses everything. Desperate and broken, she chooses death. But fate has other plans. Rescued against her will, Ella wakes up to a nightmare: her greedy foster parents have forced her into marriage with a crippled, disfigured man, Elion Copper. A man the world believes to be poor and unwanted. But Elion is no ordinary man. He is, in truth, the ruthless billionaire bachelor every woman in town secretly desires. Tired of fake love and gold-diggers, Elion hides behind a mask of scars and poverty to test if any woman can love him without his wealth. He is certain no one will ever agree, until Ella. To Elion, Ella’s acceptance feels like mockery. He believes she chose him willingly, and his pride turns into fury. Out of spite, he decides to "sell" her as a servant in his billionaire identity, without revealing that both men are one and the same. Now, Ella finds herself under the mercy of the cold and arrogant real Elion Copper, a man who humiliates her, torments her, and makes her question why life saved her at all. But the deeper the pain, the deeper the truth, the crippled husband, and the cruel master are one. When Ella finally discovers his secret, her world shatters again. Will she forgive the man who broke her beyond repair, or will she walk away even when he is ready to burn the world just to keep her by his side?

Tiara Mari Chua, a girl that will do anything for her little brother who just recently died due to cancer. Tiara can still clearly remember her brother's last wish, and that is- getting the autograph of Nikolaj Sullivan. The vocalist and lead guitarist of the famous band named The C.haos. Alam ni Tiara na ang hiling ng kanyang kapatid ay imposibleng mangyari, ngunit hindi niya maaaring ipagsawalang bahala na lang ang huling hiling ng kanyang nakababatang kapatid. That's why Tiara keeps on finding ways to find Nikolaj Sullivan until one day, a girl named Quisha Laventilla approached her. Telling her that she will help Tiara in her problem, but in one condition, Tiara will be the one who's gonna attend her engagement party. Sa madaling salita, si Tiara ang sisipot sa engagement party bilang si Quisha Laventilla. Quisha assured her that the party's theme is a masquerade theme that's why Tiara doesn't need to worry getting caught. Because of desperation, Tiara accepted the condition. Little did she know that her life will be in mess after accepting the condition. Because when the man took of his mask, it was no other than Nikolaj Sullivan, the guy that she was finding all along. Hindi inakala ni Tiara na ang planong pagpapanggap ay mapupunta sa isang biglaang kasalan. Isang kasalan na ang maghihintay sa altar ay walang iba kundi si Nikolaj Sullivan.

“Say it…Tell me to go and I promise you’ll never see me again”. She said to me but I didn’t want that to happen, not now not ever. “Is that what you want?” I spoke softly hoping she would take back her words and she only said it as a moment of weakness. “No…I want you” I found myself utterly speechless when she made this revelation. God, I wanted her too but I could only confess my feelings in my heart. Everywhere went silent. Marcella Solis and Lucille Parker, two young women with a hidden sexuality trapped by the stifling expectations of their elite, high pressure families. Marcella, the "miracle child" and brilliant heir to a mafia empire, maintains a mask of cold perfection to hide her true sexuality, in fear that coming out would tarnish the prestigious Solis name. However, her status quo is shattered by the arrival of Lucille Parker, a striking star athlete and transfer student. While Lucille is presented as a "trophy" for her parents to showcase to college scouts, she carries the scars of a "darker" past. Lucille is viewed by her family as a profound shame that must be hidden behind her athletic prowess. An instantaneous spark ignites between the two, but they initially resist their feelings to protect their families' reputations. This tension finally breaks when they meet in college. In the newfound freedom of campus life, they embark on a passionate, secret romance that serves as a sanctuary from their rigid upbringing. As the moment of revelation nears, they face a devastating choice to succumb to their families and secure their glittering inheritances, or risk everything for their love.

Charles’ breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. “I’m close,” he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white… Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it… I could hardly believe it—I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren’t fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée—my sister—was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack…

"You want to be free of me so badly you'll throw yourself into danger?" he asked. "I have nothing left to lose, Eddie. They already took my friends and my freedom. You keep me locked aside, and I have to watch you sleeping around even in our house. What does freedom cost when the price of staying is my soul?" "I will never divorce you, Maggie," he stated, his voice final. "You are mine, and this marriage ends when I say it ends. And not because of some childish, self-destructive tantrum." Maggie Grayson built her global empire on cold calculation and a profound need for independence. But her arranged marriage to the powerful CEO Eddie Grayson is not a union-it's a high-stakes, public prison. When Maggie's emotionally abusive family publicly humiliates her, Eddie does nothing, revealing the true nature of their toxic bond. Seeking a way out, Maggie throws herself into a scandal, only to discover Eddie isn't merely possessive; he's actively leveraging her trauma and her successful company to build a corporate dynasty that will guarantee her absolute, permanent captivity. Now, caught between a husband determined to be her "sculptor" and a father willing to destroy her company to regain control, Maggie knows the only way to break free is to turn the cold, ruthless mask she wears into a devastating weapon. She's not just fighting for a divorce; she's fighting for her very soul. To survive, Maggie must dismantle her gilded cage brick by brick, even if it means destroying the man who holds the key.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.

They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn’t find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn’t correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn’t just hunting criminals. She’s chasing the truth behind her father’s deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

"I want you to feel every sensation I give you tonight. Every touch. Every shiver. Everything." His lips traced a path of fire from the plane of her stomach to the hollow of her throat, finally claiming her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue sought hers, a slow, deliberate invasion. And then, he introduced the cold. A sharp, shocking block of ice met her parted lips. He held it there with his own mouth, the searing heat of his kiss a stark contrast to the biting frost. The cold stole her breath, a small, exquisite pain, but under the relentless warmth of him, the ice began to yield. Meltwater, cool and clean, trickled between their joined lips as he kissed his way down the slope of her shoulder, his face finally finding refuge in the tender curve of her neck. A helpless, shuddering moan broke from her. "Yes, ma reine," he murmured against her pulse, the endearment a dark caress. "Let me hear you." --- Driven by a fierce desire to wound the Alpha who bound her in a loveless, forced marriage, Magdalena sought solace and revenge in the arms of another. She never imagined the captivating stranger in the dark was her husband himself, concealed by a potent glamour and his own ruthless cunning. But what happens when the mask slips? When the thrilling, secret lover she surrendered to is revealed as the very man she vowed to despise? Can she flee from the web of his deception, or has her treacherous heart already made its choice, binding her to the one who is both her tormentor and her destiny? H