Sentimientos Enmascarados Novela Novels & Stories

Something about the way Mrs Lena kept insisting that there was someone there with her in that room worried him. Could she be hallucinating about the masked man that’d kidnapped her daughter, or what if—she's really telling the truth, and there is someone in there with her? What if Lena isn’t going insane? What if we are the crazy ones for not seeing what she sees? The thought sent cold chills down his spine, causing him to shiver. But then something didn’t seem right. Is something like this even possible? An invisible man? Who is this masked man, really? Why does he choose to hide behind a mask with a C mark carved on it? Does this letter hold any meaning? How is T-Murek related to this mask

She broke through the last line of trees and froze. A grand stone building stood in a clearing, windows glowing, doors thrown wide. People moved inside, masked figures in silks and velvet, faces hidden behind feathers and gold, laughing and dancing like the world outside didn’t exist. A masquerade. The shift was violent. One step from being hunted… into something that felt worse. The scent rolled out to meet her. old blood, hidden under perfume. Not human. Lena’s pulse hammered. She should have turned around. Instead, her feet carried her forward.

I walked fast, my heart beating with a mix of fear and excitement. When I reached the back door of the Mascara Club, the bass from the music was already vibrating through the brick walls. I slipped inside and went straight to the locker room. I pulled out the silver mask. It felt cold in my hands. I put it on, tying the ribbons tight. "Valeria is gone," I whispered to my reflection. "Now, there is only Luna." Back at the Alarcón mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. The heavy iron gates had just closed behind the black car.

Ember says, and I hear footsteps retreating from the library doorway. I mask my scent as they walk away. I didn’t want them to know I was listening in on their conversation, so I unmasked my scent. It’s confusing, but my real scent isn’t the one they all know. It's my masked scent. Except for my mate, none of them can tell I'm the same person when my scent is masked and unmasked. It’s a gift and a curse. Opening my book, I continue to read, hoping to finish this chapter before Ember finds out I am around. ***

Damien’s hand hovered over one envelope, a flicker of hesitation betraying the composed mask he always wore. “You weren’t expecting this?” Serena asked. “No,” he admitted, voice low. “Some truths arrive unannounced. And sometimes, even I can’t control them before they take root.” ⸻ Hours passed as they sifted through the correspondence, uncovering layers of intrigue and deception. Each letter revealed not only political maneuvering but glimpses of Damien’s careful orchestration of his world. Serena’s mind raced to understand it all, but her attention continually returned to him—the man behind the Alpha mask, carrying burdens that no one else could comprehend.

The grand ballroom of the Plaza was a sea of shimmering silk and fake smiles. I stood beside Julian, dressed in the drab, high-necked lace gown he had chosen to ensure I looked like a mourning widow when compared to Sarah’s vibrant blood-red silk. "Try to look grateful, Elena," Julian hissed, his hand tightening painfully on my arm as we stepped toward the stage. "It is not every day an orphan like you gets to stand in a room filled with dignitaries."

I'd betrayed all I stood and believed for. And yet, to continue hating him was something I couldn't do. Of everything, this was the toughest truth to accept. The hospital room was my sanctuary and my prison. I didn't tell a single soul how I felt. Doctors came and went, their faces kind but distant. Garrett's men lingered outside, their presence a constant reminder of the world I was now part of. But I kept it all deeply buried, where no one could see. Every time Garrett came to visit, I'd put on a mask. I smiled, reassured him that I was fine, just needed time to recover. But inside, I was drowning.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Her beautiful eyes subconsciously looked at Joshua’s lips, thinking “Silly boy, you you’ve mistaken thought that I was Ysabelle and took my first kiss” Joshua walked out of the room to change his clothes. Emmie breathed a sigh of relief and opened the drawer. When she saw the cat mask inside, she was felt particularly reluctant to throw it away. The longer she kept it, the more so. Emmie didn’t know why she felt this way. She hesitated and carefully removed the mask to put it somewhere else before she left the room. When she stepped outside, she saw that Joshua had change his clothes. It’s really fitted him well and she went over and tidied his collar.