Masked Sins Novels & Stories

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

The parts of me that believed anything good stayed. What remained was the urge to survive. I shifted slightly in the chair, testing it. It didn’t move. Nothing here was accidental. My gaze drifted to the corner where he had stood. The Masked Man. Even in his absence, his presence still lingered. Not physically, but in a way that the air held onto him. Like calmness before a storm. Like something waiting to strike. “I am the consequence of Carlino’s sins.” His words replayed in my mind, distorted, mechanical. But beneath it, something else.

Mark faded faster in his bed, the mask slipping as the past clawed toward the light. I remained trapped, my screams echoing unanswered through walls that refused to release what they had taken. The original sin had not died. It had simply learned to wait for those brave enough to listen.

The masked man sighed tiredly when he was finally left without the annoying, jittery personality of Sir M. "Hans open the chest won't you." The man set to opening the chest and laying out its contents. The masked man slowly walked forward and took off the blind fold, their eyes remaining closed. "You can look at me." Their eyes opened, and in their gaze the air held a cold ache. The distance at which he had once earlier spoke was now realized, for no emotion showed on their face- if he could even refer to someone so empty-shelled with living pronouns. 'She' held a sort of history to it; a sort of delicately bruised past, a connotation which, if used, might immediately skew the painting of wh

They knew that in the dangerous world of the underworld, disobedience was not an option. With a silent nod of understanding, Maria and Kim accepted the masks from Sherly, their determination to uphold the rules of the underworld stronger than ever. As they slipped the masks over their faces, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the consequences of betrayal. But with Sherly's chilling reminder echoing in their minds, they were more resolved than ever to protect themselves and their mission at all costs.

The ballroom was filled with music, but inside my head, everything went completely quiet. Julian Moretti stood right in front of us, wearing a soft black mask that did not hide the dark cruelty in his eyes. The light from the gold chandeliers caught the small scar across his jawline. His smile was cold and relaxed, like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.

All the kids and van declared and bowed at once including the ones lying on the floor aimlessly it’s like they all regained their strengths at once. What can I do to help all of them Sophia enunciates unfazed by her little threat. Becoming an assassin and wiping out the whole Sinclair’s with your two hands. The masked woman replied with a cruel smile. But that's too hard for her to decide she can't kill the family she grew up with just like Van defended. I will, but you will have to promise me one more thing before we proceed Sophia asserted boldly. What nonsense are you blabbing about? “Are you insane!?” Van yelled at Sophia angrily. But the masked woman raised her hand motioning for her to

Shame burned through me, but I couldn’t stop it. I walked barefoot down the hall to the door he’d left open. His room was larger, darker, dominated by a massive bed with black sheets. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows painted everything in silver and shadow. I sat on the edge of the mattress the way he’d told me to wait, thighs pressed together, the short skirt riding up. The lace of the apron scratched lightly against my chest every time I breathed.

I won't allow you to do it," he said. His reaction was exactly as I had foreseen. "Let's just kill the bastard and get it over with," he added and apologized to the elders for his use of cuss words. "It doesn't work like that son," my dad said to Alex, "you see, if you just kill Jared, his minions will rise up and do the same thing. But if Mason signs a blood oath and wins, it means that his minions die with him. Even those who might manage to hide, they will never do such a thing again because their leader promised

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a