Hopeless Masquerade Novels & Stories

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

I was hoping that while life was going on, he spared a little time to think of me. Iyon nga lang, ang angklang kinakapitan ay kulang ng bigat at patuloy akong inaangat sa katotohanan. Sometimes it would take me out of my hopeless thinking that I'd end up feeling helpless and mad. I was too selfish to just borrow a pair of his shoes that I wanted the both of us to have the same pair.

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

she grumbled. When the patient, nerves already frayed, heard the word "mother" again, he quieted suddenly. He gave a despairing smile and sprinted toward the edge of the roof. The crowd began murmuring again. "How could she mention his mother? She should know that the patient's issues stem from his mother. How could she not know that?" "Shit! He's going to jump—" Then, their voices shifted to gasps of amazement. "Dr. Seville was so brave! Oh, my god!"

He breathed heavily, but she did not stop. "A masquerade ball!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes squinted. She moved her foot away as he gasped for air. Her heel was crushing his skull and he couldn't bear the pain anymore. "Give me the details," she commanded. Tears mixed with sweat rolled down his cheeks as he slowly gulped. "A masquerade ball will be held t-tomorrow. H-he-- The M-mafia boss will be t-there," he explained as she slowly lifted her head to look at someone from afar.

" Nick and Astrid didn't imagine that Mr. Hacket, whom they initially saw as their last hope, wouldn't help them and instead exposed them. Faye smiled. "Thank you for your just and fair comments, Mr. Hacket. I'm really curious as to why Ms. Moore and Mr. Lynch are so sure that the second necklace is problematic. "If I remember correctly, Ms. Moore kept bidding for the second outfit just now. Was it because you knew that the necklace for that set was flawed, or did you cause the problem in the first place?" Faye's words alerted the crowd, and all eyes were instantly on Nick and Astrid.

It's been a few days and we were busy preparing for the wedding. Hope was the happiest one and so was I, Silas had proven to be a completely different person from the past. Tomorrow was the wedding and we were still busy sorting out office work, but at least we were trying. The masquerade wedding was Hope’s idea, she wanted to dress up like a princess and wear a mask just like the rest of the guests and pretend it to be a fairy tale. Silas and I would be the only ones to not wear a mask. I didn’t interrupt her because I was happy with whatever made her happy.

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

Not everyone who says they love you… Is telling the truth. Sometimes they just love the story you help them create. Evelyn who hasn’t cried for a long time broke down She was used, her portrait scattered everywhere for what she felt disgusted with her self, everywhere she went on campus people recognized her Talked about her and even laugh She hated Mateo so much that every breathe she cursed at him

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.