Sentimientos Enmascarados Novela Novels & Stories

I felt Masquerade catch my arm and steady me. "Oh, dear me!" he laughed. His gloved fingers pushed the covering back above my eyes, "For shame, my sweet, you do let your mask slip." The gentleman and lady with him regarded my intently, the gentleman with intrigue, the lady indifference. I felt confused and embarrassed. "But, sir, I told you," I said, smoothing my hair, "I don't—" I stopped. My fingers had brushed something on my forehead. It was not skin. It felt like...embroidery?! Trembling, my hands felt all over my face. Delicate, embroidered cloth covered my forehead, temples, and cheekbones.

LISA For the past two months,my life has been completely miserable and uncomfortable. Sleeping in the same bed with a man who belongs to my sister has been difficult,a man who I don't love,a man who thinks I'm someone else. I've never entertained the idea of marriage but this definitely isn't the marriage I thought I'd find myself in. A fake one. Where I'd have to disguise myself, pretending to be my sister. My routine has continued of course, run,hide and pretend.

He gazes into my eyes as he caresses my cheek. He isn’t saying anything, and it’s only our breaths I can hear. I run my finger over his mask and wonder what he’s like without it. Then I realize we aren’t so different. He covers his face with a mask so people won’t see the real him, and I’ve been wearing an invisible one myself since I decided to close off my heart. But slowly, my mask is vanishing because, for the first time, I feel something in my heart that is special again.

Controlling herself not to go wild in front of everyone she moved away from him, clearing her throat as everyone clapped for them standing up from their chairs. "It was my only chance to see you in a dress, Tsk." Noah whispered to her. "I think you are not satisfied with the tuxedo you are wearing, you might have liked wearing a gown instead, right." she whispered back, smirking to herself. "Be thankful that this veil is on my head and not yours." "Yes, yes General Walker." Noah snickered and hugged her tightly. He finally felt completed. Maria was his and he was hers, until their last breaths.

"Yeah and this time, he has come back to seek his death." ...................................................... Are the man behind mask and Justin long term enemies?

"Carnage. But it's not a bad one. This city needs a bit of carnage, and your mask can do that." My mind went over what Isabella said about the mask for the entire day. Actions, words, and even feelings were all in a daze for me. Food didn't focus, and everyone's words seemed muted, and touches felt as though I was standing at the other end of a bubble.

Not of bankruptcy, not of Lorenzo, but of her own body’s betrayal. “Tomorrow you move into the penthouse,” he said, returning to his seat, severing the moment with the precision of a guillotine. “Be ready. Real life starts now, and there won’t be an audience for us to pretend we’re strangers.” As the limousine glided through Milan’s deserted streets, Sofia realized the first mask had been a success, but the price had been high. She had saved her father’s legacy, but she was now trapped in a castle under the gaze of a king who knew no mercy, yet who stirred in her a desire she didn’t know how to control. The gala had been merely the prologue; the true battle, she suspected, would be fought wi

I swallow hard, then meet where I imagine his eyes are behind that mask. "Then take it off," I say quietly. "Take off your mask and let me see the real you. We can start from there." Enzo looks away. I want to know what he's hiding. A scar, maybe? That has to be the reason he's wearing that mask even in broad daylight, right? What else could it be? He turns back to face me, and I can see the smirk playing at his lips. "If I do that, then we'd have to get married."

she ended up asking when she got her soul back. “Oh cariño, there is this thing about masquerade ball, it’s a chance to see people as they truly are. Although a lot of people here have decided to wear masks on top masks but I on the other hand, have decided to take off my mask, so what you are looking at now, is the true me.” “That is not true,” Ava said and if he smiled, she couldn’t say because the hideous thing was covering every part of his face. “It’s surprising that after all these years and everything that happened, you are still doubting it.”

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, just a gold-embossed seal of a masked figure. Elena had stared at it for days before deciding to go. The society promised anonymity, a night where secrets spilled like wine, and desires traded without consequence. It was Christmas Eve, and the old manor on the city's outskirts loomed under a sky heavy with snow. She parked her car among sleek sedans, her heart pounding as she slipped on the provided mask, a simple velvet thing that covered her eyes and nose.