The Masked Heart Novels & Stories

Then, suddenly, he sprung from the couch. A servant promptly handed him his coat, and he quickly left the mansion. Two hours later, Hayden pulled up in front of Glen Corporation's entrance. He exited the vehicle with a large bouquet of colorful flowers. "Sir, how may I assist you?" The receptionist in Glen Corporation's lobby asked him politely as she stopped him from entering the building. Hayden was a singer. When he went outside, he frequently wore a mask and a hat. Today was no exception. He wasted no time in trying to persuade the receptionist when he heard the question. He hesitated for a while before removing his hat and mask.

Weakening, succumbing, losing heart, and, especially, allowing anyone to make her suffer were not options for Sophie, after she had left New York. Sophie had chosen to build walls around herself, to wear masks when necessary, and only let her guard down when she was with Kevin or Sharon, and even then, not completely. Right now, for example, she was lying to her friend about the reasons keeping her at home because she couldn't handle it, couldn't talk about it. That would complicate the work she knew she would have to do, which was to bury the memories that Nicholas's kisses had brought to the surface once again. To bury that naive Sophie who thought her love could conquer all, that she coul

it's not like we could ever be like that even if he would be here but still, I couldn't help the flutter of my heart as the mere fantasy played in my head. "Here, put this on." Nelly's soft voice rang, jolting me out of my reverie. snapping my head to her face, the corner of my eyes caught a glimpse of what she was extending to me. snapping my gaze back at her hands, a smile broke out on my face as I watched that silver glittering heart shaped mask that she extended to me. grabbing it from her, I unclaspsed our entertwined hands and brought it closer to my face. swallowing hard, I put it on and hooked it on my hair which fell gracefully on my back and my side profiles. "Looks good?" I giggle

Elena urged, steady despite the close call. Their footsteps quickened as distant shouts and the clash of steel grew louder. Ahead, a faint glow marked the entrance to the chamber where the Heartstone was kept. Alessia’s throat tightened. Everything she had fought for, everything her mother had died protecting, was in that room. The final door stood ajar. Inside, a cloaked figure knelt beside a pedestal, fingers grazing the glowing gem. “The Shadow,” Elena whispered. The figure slowly turned, revealing a mask — cold, expressionless.

I sit up, letting the sheet fall away completely, my bare breasts catching the morning light as I reach for it. The envelope is sealed with wax, deep crimson, imprinted with a design, My fingernail slides under the edge, breaking the seal with a quiet snap. Inside, a single card. The handwriting matches the envelope. "Tonight. Midnight. The Black Orchid Masquerade. Wear the mask on the dresser. A car will come for you at eleven. Do not be late." I flip the card over, but the back is blank. I turn to the dresser, and there it is, a mask resting on the polished wood, its surface a glossy black, shaped like a cat’s face, all sleek curves and sharp points.

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

Ezra’s chest heaves, muscles taut, veins standing out beneath his skin. The masked man finally speaks again. Not to Ezra. To me. “You’re marked now.” My breath stops. “What?” My voice breaks. “What do you mean—?” Ezra whirls on me. “Don’t listen to him!” The masked man straightens, dust falling from his coat. He lifts one hand and points directly at my chest. Not accusing. Not threatening. Identifying. “You know it,” he says softly. “You’ve felt it. In the cold. In the dark. In your dreams.”

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Akshara looked stunning in her looks along with wine in her hands; she reflected the luminosity from the fireflies which usually used for decoration in Frozen Crescent and thought to her, “Since it is a masquerade party, he cannot find me. With the help of this mask, no one can identify me. I must act wisely by not falling into any traps set by filthy men… I must shut my ears and will not provoke by any kind of language I hear… My ruthless mind is lingering with his thoughts. Will I encounter him today? Oh… no… I must not think of him… I deleted him from my mind… He is the crown prince for the kingdom I stay to where I don’t know how I reach here in first hand… But I am now a barmaid… We can

Her people found her disgusting because of her scar and would look away at her arrival and some would avoid her entirely but the one person who had kissed her and smiled at her even while looking into her eyes, not once paying attention to the mask on the one side of her face. How could she have let him break down her walls, Marshall had abducted her and locked her up in here. He probably glared at her when she wasn't looking and washed up after being with her. Yes, he probably believed she was ugly behind her mask after all she was not his mate but he held her close at night and whispered fake words of love to her, fooled her good and she fell so hard for it. Blinded her with false love and