Novel & Cerita The Masked Heart

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."

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.

He squeezed her hand harder. “Damien, you’re literally a grown man!” Isla stared at him, stunned. There was no mischief in his voice, no sarcasm. He meant every word. He was really frightened. “Let go. The masked man is gone.” she said. “You’re not lying?” “I’m serious.” He opened one eye to confirm, the screen looked harmless. He sighed and opened both eyes. Then the masked man reappeared, holding a human heart in his arm. “Hell no.” Damien shrank again, closing his eyes and sinking into himself like he wished the seat could swallow him whole.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked for Room 402, the sanctuary where I was supposed to meet the man I'd been flirting with all night through the safety of a disguise. I pushed open the heavy oak door at the end of the east wing. The room was bathed in the crimson glow of a single dim lamp. A man stood by the window, his back to me, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black tuxedo. He wore a heavy, obsidian crow mask that obscured everything but a sharp, predatory jawline. "You're late," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in the very floorboards beneath my feet.

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

And the masks were only the beginning. And that is how a single black lace mask at a charity ball became the foundation of everything that came after. The funding. The company. The nights that still make me wet years later when I remember the exact moment his mask slipped and I realized the stranger who had just ruined me was the man who held my entire future in his hands—and that I already held his in mine. We never told a soul. We never needed to. The secret was the hottest part. The risk was the fuel. And the memory of that first night—masks on, city lights, velvet couch, his cock claiming me while the ball continued below—remains the single most perfect, filthy, life-changing hour of my

I had lots of questions and I knew the mask man would soon provide me with answers. I sank back onto the couch, clutching my phone, every nerve in my body on high alert. My heart was beating fast. I feared I might soon die of heart attack with the way things were going, a chaotic mix of fear, anger, and adrenaline. The reality of what the masked man was revealing hit me like a wave. the life I thought I knew, the safety of my home, the love I thought was secure it was all a facade. I typed quickly, my fingers trembling. “You need to find me pictures. I need to see them. I need to know everything.”