Novel & Cerita The Masked Heart

He didn't see me, as I was in a more reserved corner of the huge reception, and they sat down, still hugging each other so intimately that I was a little bewildered, not knowing what to think until João Pedro gave A brief but tender kiss on Jack's cheek. I got up, not even sure what I was going to do, and walked toward the two men. The expression of true horror that JP wore was such that I would have found it very funny had it not been for my state of stupor at the discovery I had just made. had just done. João Pedro was gay!

The masks made them look primal, anonymous, and dangerous. My heart slammed against my ribs. What the hell was this place. I spun toward the door, my heels scraping against the marble floor, fingers reaching for the door handle. The broad one was faster. His big tattooed hand clamped around my waist and yanked me back against his solid chest. The leaner one rose smoothly and locked the door with a quiet click, his masked eyes steady on me. Marcus’s voice stayed low and calm from across the room. “Easy, princess. Breathe.”

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

Two shifts at the coffee shop, one at the convenience store and then the intense pole dancing session, June wanted to curl up with a Michael Myers movie and sleep afterwards but firstly, the hospital. Stephen was surprised she was still around but waved her goodbye nonetheless, the club was still full anyways, Fridays are just something else. June caught a glimpse of a figure at the bar and instincts told her it was her strange admirer and she held her head low with the mask still on. As long as she was still in the club, the mask never came off and no one but Anita knew why, they questioned it though but that didn't mean she was going to spill. "Did you think about my offer?" Shit. Here we

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The masked man sighed tiredly when he was finally left without the annoying, jittery personality of Sir M. "Hans open the chest won't you." The man set to opening the chest and laying out its contents. The masked man slowly walked forward and took off the blind fold, their eyes remaining closed. "You can look at me." Their eyes opened, and in their gaze the air held a cold ache. The distance at which he had once earlier spoke was now realized, for no emotion showed on their face- if he could even refer to someone so empty-shelled with living pronouns. 'She' held a sort of history to it; a sort of delicately bruised past, a connotation which, if used, might immediately skew the painting of wh

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

"Please? I promise I’ll stay far away from you and won’t cause trouble." In the end, he couldn’t refuse me. However, he gave me one condition. "You have to wear a mask the entire time. Nobody can see your face." I agreed instantly. That was exactly what I wanted anyway. That night, I slipped into the evening gown I’d prepared in advance, paired it with glamorous makeup, and appeared at the gala entrance beside Jenson in my official role as Mrs. Bailey. The entire ride there, he maintained a cold expression as he repeatedly warned me, "Keep your mouth shut in there. Don’t embarrass me."

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.