The Masked Empire Novels & Stories

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

She also informed her that she had an upcoming event that was organized by Klar, and it was a mask party, but she was skeptical of what to wear. Emily knew the event because she had also invited Leonard, and instantly she remembered she wanted to get Leonard a gift. She took note to go shopping after work so she wouldn't forget about it. "I know we are wearing a mask, but the outfit also speaks a lot about the person behind the mask." "Of course, Ma, it speaks a lot about the person. We can discuss further during your free time," Emily smiled at her. "Actually, can she draft out a sketch for me?" The client asked Mark. "Emily right?" she smiled at Emily.

I give myself one last check, in my long black satin dress with slits at the sides and green eyeshadow, emerald green earrings and the necklace with a green pendant which came as a pair. This must have cost a fortune, I wonder how many lives the cost of this set would change. My phone rings, cutting me from my thoughts. I smile when I see Hillary's name flashing on the screen. "Hi," I answer enthusiastically. "Please tell me you're going, Maria won't be able to attend,she cancelled at the last minute." "Of course I'm going g," I confirm as I reapply lipstick on my lips. "Thank God," she sighs. "I'm leaving now,see you there." Then she hangs up.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

I mumbled. I already had enough enemies to fill a stadium; I didn’t need a mystery guest. “Forget that. Have you picked up anything from his office?” “Nothing useful,” she replied. “It’s just boring, monotonous corporate work over there.” I sighed in frustration. “So what now?” “Actually… there might be something we can try,” she said. “But it’s risky.” “I’m already in deep, Maya. What is it?” “Everything in the Delacroix Empire is layered, encrypted and locked behind multiple firewalls. Their security and server systems are too good and remote access is almost impossible.”

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Wolves, alphas, and nobles alike had gathered for the masquerade ball—each face hidden, each smile a lie. Emma stood at the grand entrance, her breath caught somewhere between awe and nerves. Her gown clung to her curves like molten silver, the delicate mask framing her eyes with intricate lace and crystals. Adrian had chosen it for her, and she knew why. Tonight, she was meant to stand out.