Masked Lovers Novels & Stories

White masked guy wanted to continue his talk but as soon as Juliana heard the word jealous, she also gave her hand in his hand and that white masked guy smirked. After putting the glass on the table, he led Juliana to the middle of the garden and everyone was looking at them. They looked like a couple because of their white masks and black outfit. Juliana put her hands on the shoulders of white masked guy and he held Juliana by her waist. They both began to dance. "So, why do you want to make Adrian jealous? ''. Juliana asked him while dancing.

she said softly, “bury me in couture.” He kissed her slow, hand gripping her jaw. “You don’t die.” “I might.” “Then I burn the cathedral down.” She smiled. “Bring gasoline.” — Inside, the cathedral was chaos and perfume. Masks everywhere. Faces hidden. Intentions sharper than knives. Zara took her seat in the front row. Next to Bianca. Of course. Bianca smiled under her silver fox mask. “Stunning dress. I almost wore it.” Zara didn’t look at her. “You couldn’t afford it.”

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

Slowly each image that was deleted made a presence and I started to remember with each one. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I began to see the love that Reese has for me and I wondered how I could let myself forget the man that loved me so much and gave himself fully to me. My mind then went to Christopher and how I had kissed him being mated to Reese and how we gave into our desires in our subconscious. I felt like I had betrayed the man I love. Guilt consumed me as more images flickered and the tears continued to fall from my eyes and then there is darkness and it is done.

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

“You can’t fight them all” “I don’t need to.” His voice was steel. “I just need to keep you breathing.” The masked men moved in slow, confident, guns raised like they had all the time in the world. One stepped forward wearing a different mask, silver-edged, gleaming under the red lights. A faint hum from his shoulder, a speaker crackling to life Marco’s voice slid out, smooth and venomous: “Welcome to the cage, my loves.” The floor vibrated under their feet. A hiss filled the air vents opening overhead.

He rubbed it against my entrance, teasing me. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his masked face inches from mine. “Please… fuck me. I need your cock right now.” He thrust forward and buried every inch inside me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, my back arching against the door as he stretched me open. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips slamming against me, one hand around my throat while the other squeezed my breast. “Look at you,” he growled. “Getting fucked by a stranger at a masquerade while everyone parties just outside.”

As the car stops, my heart races with the anticipitation,he opens the door of my side and I get out, his hand on my waist as he enters, the people at the entrance welcomed us and give us a mask, it’s same for all the woman and in different colour for man, silver for woman and black for men. I am blown away by the beautiful decorations and atmosphere. The room lit up with chandeliers and candles, creating a romantic and elegant ambiance. The walls adorned with masks and streamers, and the floor was covered with a red carpet. The music playing and everyone was dressed up in their finest attire. My rich psychopath lover and I moved through the crowd, making small talk with those around us. We w

Aria and I exchanged a confused glance as she navigated to some webpage or another. But then she thrust her phone into our faces. And there it was—a headline splashed across the top: “Mystery Couple Steals the Spotlight at Masquerade Gala!” Underneath was a photo of us dancing together, our masks in place, followed by another photo of the kiss. Aria’s eyes scanned the screen frantically. “Oh no,” she whispered, taking the phone from Bella’s hand. I leaned in, a little confused. Both of our faces were fully obscured between the masks and the angle, so it should have been okay, right?