The Masked Heart Novels & Stories

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

For one second, her face collapsed. Not fake. Not fully. There was something there. Grief, maybe. Shame. Love twisted so badly it had become unrecognizable. Then she opened her eyes again. And the mask returned. “You are the last blood strong enough to hold it.” Cassian went still. The air changed. The roots along the wall pulsed brighter. “Hold what?” Damien finally moved. One step forward. His boots clicked against the stone. “The Heart.” Cassian’s rage sharpened into fear.

Music swirled around her, lilting and sweet, and she felt a hand slide into hers. Looking up, her heart skipped a beat. The masked man from the lottery stood before her, dressed in elegant black attire with subtle gold embroidery. The mask covered his eyes and nose, lending him an air of mystery that drew her closer. “May I have this dance?” his voice was smooth, low, and reverent.

“I know that you left this fitting until literally the last second on purpose so I couldn’t argue the costume.” “You knew that it was a masquerade ball,” she reminded him, twisting in front of the mirror in order to admire herself. Her costume styled her as the Queen of Hearts in figure hugging red satin with an overskirt layered with black lace and shimmering with black gemstones. Her hair had been styled and dressed to hang in ringlets over her shoulder, and her lips painted in a tightly pursed heart. A black beauty spot in the shape of a heart rode her cheekbone just below the gold of her mask.

The masked man tried so hard to control his beating heart as well as his lust, however, the devil’s will was stronger than his Iman at this point. He looked at the panicked state of the woman his heart yearned for when she realized that she was not alone. Of course, she was a staunch religious woman. Her hayaa mattered to her more than anything else. Unbeknownst to her, while she was unconscious, the masked man had recorded her undressed state as he laid on her unconscious body making it appear as if she was cooperating with whatever he did to her body when he had no right to do so.

The masked man also stood up. "I'm leaving. Thank you for helping me," Queen Lourine Chatrine said and stepped out. Suddenly, the masked human gently tugged on Queen Lourine Chatrine's hand. Queen Lourine Chatrine stopped in her tracks and turned her head. The masked man shook his head. Queen Lourine Chatrine turned around. She frowned and looked at the masked man. The masked man let go of Queen Lourine Chatrine's hand. A moment later, he slowly raised his hand and began to take off his mask. Queen Lourine Chatrine held her breath. Her heart was beating fast. Queen Lourine Chatrine was very surprised when she saw the face behind the mask. That face, a face she knew so well. Queen Lourine Cha

He gazes into my eyes as he caresses my cheek. He isn’t saying anything, and it’s only our breaths I can hear. I run my finger over his mask and wonder what he’s like without it. Then I realize we aren’t so different. He covers his face with a mask so people won’t see the real him, and I’ve been wearing an invisible one myself since I decided to close off my heart. But slowly, my mask is vanishing because, for the first time, I feel something in my heart that is special again.

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

Even though he had said it before, he couldn't break free from the town's mysteries and his painful history. Marissa wandered around the ranch, her eyes keenly observing her surroundings. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the mysterious woman who removed her mask. Intrigued by the unexpected action, Marissa's curiosity piqued as she watched the woman closely, wondering what lay behind the mask and what secrets it concealed. She observed a prominent burn scar on her face. Intrigued, Marissa made a move to follow her when Daniella intercepted her path. "Marissa! Marissa! Efrain left you, and you're here to make my life a living hell," Daniella exclaimed.

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.