The Haunted Mask Ii Novels & Stories

I shake my head, clicking my tongue, “No, I’m alright standing. Thank you.” Taking a deep breath, she starts dropping everything that happened since she disappeared with Frank at the party. She overflows me with an amount of information about the past months that my heart struggles to take. She tells me how she got into a secluded place with the masked stranger but, of course, as she didn’t have the same stupid agreement I had made with Ruggerio, their masks dropped instantaneously. As they were both running fake profiles, they recognized each other immediately and panicked as they realized who they had come to the party with. Being already undressed, Nina was left behind by Frank, who bolte

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, but after a few moments, I heard him chuckle softly. "I didn’t want to scare you, so I whistled. From now on, that’ll be our signal, okay? I know you’re not asleep. Were you waiting for me? Was last night so good that you’re already ready for more tonight?" He hit the nail on the head, and I opened my eyes, feeling both embarrassed and irritated. He looked just like he did the night before, his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible. However, I had left a small lamp on tonight, casting a warm, dim light in the room.

Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth? Ruby crumpled to the floor, her complexion ghostly pale. She then realized she had been dancing on a stage set straight to hell since her affair began. I had been holding the ultimate weapon to shatter her life all along. The tenderness she had seen? Nothing but a lure. Her little performance, her schemes–they were nothing against the hard evidence and my steely resolve. Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom.

‘I forgot to tell you how much I miss you and I can't wait to be in your arms tomorrow. She really knew how to annoy the hell out of me. But I wasn't going to let her ruin my night. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. But the image of the girl in the mask kept on haunting my dreams.

Then, she frowned and said, “It’s best if you don’t go. Apologize to Astel. You scared him.” Astel Landau, who was standing nearby, said insincerely, “It’s okay, Ms. Laf. I just gave Mr. Haden the sunscreen mask out of kindness because he’s as tanned as a laborer. Since Mr. Haden doesn’t appreciate it, I’ll just stop from now on.” As he spoke, his voice was tinged with pity. Ilma was heartbroken. “Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!”

The car behind her didn’t follow in. Good. She stayed there for twenty minutes, watching the mirror. Finally, the phantom car rolled past, vanishing down the highway like a ghost giving up the hunt. Inside Marco’s apartment, the chaos of her thoughts spilled out. Marco played the video three times. Froze it. Zoomed in. Ran it through filters. His face grew tighter with every second. “That mask isn’t a replica,” he said, voice low. “That’s real. The stitching. The blood patina. That thing is old-school.”

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

But then again, I wasn’t exactly the target audience. I was deep in that thought and disconnected from everything when Matt elbowed me lightly, forcing me to lift my head. The room has quiet down to a hush and movements were stilled. Then the house lights were slowly dimmed and when a single spotlight sliced through the haze, it landed on the stage. On her. My fingers tightened around the glass in my hand as I watched her. She’s standing still on the stage in red leather that left very little to the imagination and a black mask hiding half her face like she has done this a hundred times. Like the room was hers even before she opens her mouth or move a muscle.

VALENTINA His gaze was cold and impossibly dark. He didn't move to leave, he just watched us, his eyes locked onto mine as Horace let out a moan of possession but the rhythm beneath me didn’t stop. Horace’s hands gripped my hips, shifting my weight against the wood of the nightstand, entirely clueless. I kept my eyes locked on the doorway. Matteo hadn't bolted yet. He hadn't even blinked. The silver-and-blue masquerade mask hid his brows, but his mouth was set in a perfectly straight, terrifying line.

After that, Ethelbert had to drink more wine and keep going even though the heat made it feel like his throat was being torn apart over and over again. In an effort to maintain his alert state and take in his surroundings, Ethelbert retreated to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the windy balcony on the second floor, where he appeared to see a face he had seen before. Ethelbert experienced a sudden increase in his level of awareness. He rubbed his eyes and made an effort to look more closely in order to ensure that he hadn't made a mistake. His attention was drawn to a picture of a woman who was dressed in a long dress made of blac