The Masked Queen 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?

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

“And if the web is meant to strangle you?” Her lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Then I’ll strangle it first.” --- The Mask of the Queen Amara began her descent into the underworld of secrets. She met informants in candlelit chapels, bribed old enemies with promises of power, and interrogated allies with questions sharp enough to draw blood. Every move was calculated, every word measured.

Akshay replied, still refusing to turn to her. “Tsk tsk, I thought you were smarter, Akshay. The Queen always wears a mask when she comes to the mortal world; there's no way anyone could steal her face. Plus, if Cortana wasn't her relative, how was she able to not only pass through the forcefield around the island but also bring me through it?” Mary asked. Akshay stopped walking. He tightened his fist and gritted his teeth in anger, then turned around to face Mary and Cortana.

“Remember, Mira. Elena will try to provoke you. Do not let her. The Queen does not react to the serpent—she waits for the serpent to strike, and then she cuts its head off.” I nodded, my heart pounding. We walked into the gala. The hall was a sea of masks—literally. The Blood Moon Gala was famous for its masquerade tradition. Every guest wore a mask, silver or gold, elaborately decorated, hiding their faces. The anonymity made the game of politics even more dangerous. I saw her across the room. Elena Ashford sat on a raised dais, her violet gown cascading around her, her silver mask glittering with diamonds. She was surrounded by Council members, her cold eyes scanning the crowd with predato

However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

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.

The drive to Queen's place felt longer than usual. Davis sat in the back, his hands clasped tightly. He had promised Elena—and himself—that tonight would be the end of the masquerade. He was going to walk in, face the matriarch, and dismantle the wedding brick by brick. But when the heavy mahogany doors swung open, he wasn't met with the cold, calculating politician he had prepared to fight. Instead, he found Queen in the center of the grand foyer, her face lit with a rare, genuine radiance.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.