Novel & Cerita Sentimientos Enmascarados Novela

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.

The assistant froze, startled. The man in front of him had an extraordinary presence and a tall, impressive stature, clearly not an ordinary person. But he was wearing a white mask, which was quite intimidating. "Emily..." Emily smiled apologetically at the assistant. "Sorry, just give him my luggage. This is my fiancé." The assistant suddenly understood. "I see. He’s wearing a mask—could he be a celebrity too?" Emily said, "You guys go up first. We’ll handle my luggage."

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

The masquerade gala was a carnival of lies. Crystal chandeliers shone light on the guest masks and the air smelled of champagne and secrets. Elena stood at the top of the grand staircase, her emerald beautiful gown shimmering like snake scales, her mask a feathered half face that hid everything but her eyes sharp and wary. Below, Liam held court, his laughter too loud, his blue tie a flag of arrogance. Noah adjusted his black tie, he was putting on a mask made with a simple strip of leather. "Do you have to do this?"

she managed, raising her head and frowning on the food like she also wanted to eat something different now. “Why?“ he asked, his tone sounding confused, like he was suddenly a pro at acting. “What do you think I meant?“ Nora looked upwards to his face. She wanted to see his expression so badly but the mask was preventing her. The waitress who served them had raised an eyebrow in suspicion when she noticed his masked face. And now that Nora was distracted, she saw some curious and irritating stares in their direction. “You know what you meant, Mr Nobody,” she replied.

“I have something to discuss with you.” Caminito was even surprised to hear a word from Destino. Probably it feels like a first time for him even he met and talked with this man yesterday, regarding the necklace of Argen. He awkwardly stood and stared to him back. “Oh, before that.” He extend his left arms and held the envelope to give it to him. There was a printed name in front of it and is not a name but a short verse of poem.

"I’ll come back. When I can stand beside you without hiding. When I can look you in the eye and know that what we have is real." "And until then, I’m supposed to pretend you didn’t mean anything to me?" She smiled sadly. "No. Just remember me kindly. That’s all I ask." They stood in silence, the garden swaying softly around them. "You know," Ethan said finally, trying to lighten the mood, "I always wondered if the mask was hiding some hideous deformity or if you were just trying to look mysterious." She laughed through her tears. "Maybe both. I do have a slightly crooked nose."

And now, I was blaming myself for coming to the ball, for doing her bidding and putting Eve in danger. I hated this habit, a tendency that typically led to problems. However I went. Donning a silver mask and dressed in black as I blend in with the sea of sins and secrets. It was always easy to blend in. Devils were made to appear like angels and cowards were made to feel brave by masks. I couldn't identify anyone. No, not even Don Julio. Not his armed forces. Not her even. Because all of them had fake faces on. Catalina then found me. I could still hear her heels clicking on marble as she walked closer. Her every move was planned, a performance designed to make people uneasy. She had lifted