Sentimientos Enmascarados Novela Novels & Stories

“Thinking is how people get themselves killed. Enjoy the Masquerade instead.” With that, he left. I held the fox mask to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Burned farmland. A reward. Killian’s rage. And here I was, hiding in the woods with rogues, pretending I was building a new life. Pretending I wasn’t still tangled in the ashes of the old one. By the time night fell fully, the Masquerade had begun. Lanterns glowed like suspended stars, dancers spun in circles of swirling colors, drums beat in joyous rebellion, and laughter filled the air as if grief didn’t exist at all.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

"Guwapo naman lahat ng lalaki sa paningin mo." "Depende...” Napaisip pa ito bago humalakhak. “S’yempre mas guwapo ang mga crush ko!” Natawa ako at binalingan si Ena na walang imik ngayon. She came back to her usual self, in her isolation zone with her book. Binuksan niya ang bag na hindi kalakihan at inilabas ang hard-bound na libro. Hinanap niya ang bookmark at hindi na ulit kami kinausap talaga.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

he asked himself with a sigh. "If I died from your assassination attempt that night… would you have felt guilty?" Eros wondered to himself again. When the funeral was over, he turned around and left. Not giving a slight chance to talk to Keisha. (If I try to talk to her in secret, I might not be able to stop myself from taking her back,) he thought. "Why did her emotions have to be pretended?" He looked over at Keisha again and stopped walking when he saw her gaze on him. He clenched his jaw and held onto the mask he was wearing. They stared at each other for a moment like Keisha knew who he was.

I muttered to myself. He suddenly broke into a smile and said, "Fine, I was joking. I know that's not how you like to handle things." I savored the hidden implications of his words and once again discovered how different my old world was from Enzo. Perhaps in his view, it was a waste of time to look for evidence just to deal with this matter. But for me, he was willing to hide the cruel side of his personality. After staying silent for a while, I went back to today's events. "Did the masked man look familiar to you?"

"Hold your horses I was just curious and decided to stay away sometime, you're making me sound like I was about to sweep her off her feet and carry her into the night. I hope you don't think about that sort of scandal, do you, Kieran?" Kieran came over and securely wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him, "I have a lot of thoughts about you but I don't think you would like to know even half of them, Enzo." I was surprised I guess neither of them were really hiding that they knew who the other was wearing the mask. Finally I was able to take a break from looking at Enzo, there was something that was so unnerving about him and his general aura that made it suffocating to speak

Servants bustled through the corridors, arms full of velvet cloth, crystal trays, and golden decor, transforming the grand mansion into something that felt less like a home and more like a scene out of a dream—twisted, elegant, and unreal. Emilia stood by the garden entrance, arranging white roses along the edge of a stone archway. The scent was sweet, too sweet, and it reminded her of syrup—cloying and heavy. The flowers were perfect, like everything in the estate, and yet she couldn’t shake the uneasy flutter in her stomach. Today was the masquerade. She hadn't seen Dante since the night by the fireplace. His words still echoed in her mind, low and rough with something too raw to name. "I

“Afraid that if I reached out, I’d find out it was never real. Or worse that it was, and I’d ruin it just by touching it.” The guide’s thumb brushed along Elias’s cheekbone, feather-light. “You’re not ruining anything,” he said. “You’re naming it.” The words settled deep. Elias’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you ever get tired of pretending?” The guide didn’t answer immediately. When he did, it was with deliberate honesty. “I’m going to tell you something true,” he said. “Not as a guide but as a person.” Elias nodded, heart pounding. “I know what it’s like,” the guide said, voice steady despite the tremor still in his hands, “to wear a mask every day until you forget your own face.”

I say sarcastically. Manuel pushed off against the wall and walked away from me shaking his head and sighing. Manuel wasn’t so bad. He had long black hair he kept in a ponytail and liked to frequent the club I held in the center of the city. I followed behind him, making him look over his shoulder. “Another forbidden?” He asked scrunching his eyebrows together. “Yep, hate for you all to do your own dirty work,” I answered walking passed him into the doorway. He let out a low growl as I passed. “Sit, I bite back,” I said not being intimidated by the growl.