The Masked Heart Novels & Stories

Getting ready to claim what they thought was theirs. Who's going to survive tomorrow untouched? Will anyone? The question that scared him most was simpler: Will I survive at all? Outside, another howl echoed through the night. Then another. The sounds of alphas marking territory, establishing hierarchy, preparing for war. Tomorrow was the Mating Ceremony. Tomorrow, all the masks would come off. One more day.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

I said. He chuckled, “you are fucking with me.” “Precisely,” I said with a smug face. He was this close to winning. All he had to do was slide the blindfold off my eyes and he would see the two hearts drawn on my eyelids, but it would be worse than walking on thin ice for him. “The music is about to end, Mask. Remove my blindfold and win your hearts,” I challenged him. The music stopped. I was happy and disappointed at the same time. Hiding his identity was more important to him than winning. But that meant I won.

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

And also, she cannot explain the uneasy feeling in her heart that something would happen tonight, and what it would be, whether good or bad, she has no idea, but it’s there, lurking around in the shadow and she can only prepare herself for whatever it would be. She heaved a deep sigh and she picked up her peacock feather mask and put on. She glanced at herself in the mirror and couldn’t recognize herself as well. The mask covered from her head to her nose, with only her mouth and chin visible. She had put on a red lipstick and she herself knew she looked exquisite. Heaving a sigh once more, she pushed down the uneasy feeling and stepped out of her closet to where Martha, their maid was waiti

The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her. He sighed loudly as he placed the box down on the counter with a loud thud. "Mr. Windchestly, could you please not bother the girl with your silly stories." He scolded. "Now, go!" In the corner of her eye, Melody could see the man, Mr. Windchestly nod and start to walk away wordlessly; conceding to the command. Maggie found it odd but was happy the deranged man was now away from her. Once he left, the green-eyed man looked at Melody who was still a little speechless and chuckled slightly, "Don't mind him. He's a lit

He asked me. I shook my head. “It’s not important,” I said as I opened the red box. Inside was a beautiful masquerade mask. It was simple and pearl white on the right side. And on the other side, it looked like a butterfly. It was elegant and extravagant at the same time. “Put it on little one.” He said while putting on a mask that matched his black suit. “Thank you, Godric. This is all too nice.” We hugged one last time before dispersing from the small waiting room and into the grand ballroom.