Hey all! Have you been able to read the past two chapters I've updated? "Dining with the Host" and "Reflection in the Mirror"?
I can't see them on my end and I wanted to make sure y'all can before I post any more chapters. This is not a joke. The chapters look blank when I click on them.
(The problem came because I didn't know GoodNovel was against any mention of social media. For some reason their warnings didn't come through until after I had already posted two chapters with social media references in the author's notes. So yeah, that's why I'm not sure whether or not my chapters are visible.)
Please comment and let me know whether you can read them or not. I'd really appreciate it. I'm working on the next chapter and I should have it uploaded next week. I think y'all will like it! I mean, who doesn't like gorgeous outfits? XD
Thank you all again! You guys are the best! I appreciate you very much
(P.S. Sorry for all the Published Au
Sometimes, a story feels so surreal, you have to write it down to prove to yourself it actually happened. When you see the choices you made and the people you met staring back at you from the page, something stirs in your mind. The memories become more distinct and the faces become clearer until you can't doubt the truth any longer.Maybe that is what I'm doing, trying to prove to myself that where I am right now is due to a series of bizarre and unusual events—that somehow were linked together by a completely normal desire. It sounds crazy, doesn't it?
It was chilly outside. Yes, October isn't supposed to be warm, but tonight was crisper than the last few nights had been. I grabbed a black shrug before I went out to start Mom's car. She had promised to drop me off before heading to her night shift at McDonald's. I skimmed my texts while I waited. Steve hadn't texted me since yesterday beyond a simple "yes" when I asked if he was going to homecoming tonight. Well, he also told me his car was in the shop so his brother was going to drop him off. Otherwise, he would have picked me up.Homecoming was a big deal at my high school. We liked our outfits to have more cosplay theme to them, so much so that most of us kids cut to the cha
Colored green and blue, the lanterns swung on their posts as a roar of wind blew over the fountain. Water suddenly gushed from the top, sounding like a peal of thunder that chased the wind back into the trees. I screamed, staring in fear at the sight of the clear waters filling the rusted basin. Did someone just activate the pump system in the fountain? That broken thing didn't look like it had tasted moisture in years. How was it filling up now?Frightened by the fountain's jump-scare, I tried to pull the vine away from my ankle. But the vine was stronger than it looked. Pushing and pulling did nothing but leave my fingers raw. The agitation made my ankle begin to throb.
I breathed heavily into my hands, feeling a strange tingling in my chest. Why did I just enter a manor house on the advice of a strangely sentient owl? Granted no one was here but it was still weird that he was so insistent I come inside, almost anxiously insistent. I had no idea why, but perhaps it wasn't so bad getting a chance to explore an old mansion. Nobody would see me in the few minutes I was in here. Besides, if I tried to back down and slip outside again, my goggle-eyed friend would be waiting for me.Can't go back out just yet, I told myself,He's agitated enough as it is.
Somehow breaking free from his grasp, I began pushing my way through the ballroom. I heard him calling after me. Some dancers noticed with surprise, yet most continued to dance unconcerned. In my struggle to get through, I snagged someone's foot and fell heavily to the floor. Gowns, slippers, and shoes came dangerously near. Some found their mark.God, it was awful! I tried to stand, but my legs buckled. Helpless and desperate, I started to sob.The masks now towered over me, staring down at me like I was some sort of spectacle. I crawled a few feet before the searing pain in
Just as I began to enjoy my new surroundings, an odd rumble cut through the air. Masquerade paused at his work, and Garrett's head turned towards the bed. My face flushed immediately. I forgot I hadn't eaten since the early afternoon. I had forgotten to eat at the prom like I promised. That was hours ago by now."Excuse me," I mumbled.The faint smile returned."Garrett," Masquerade said, "I think my guest is in need of further refreshment."
I stirred. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy and I rested awhile longer, feeling the soft sheets with my fingers. How long was I asleep? At last, I felt strong enough to open my eyes and my gaze fell on the blanket settled upon my chest. I noticed the delicate embroidery of flowers on the blanket. They were so beautiful.I looked around me. The lavish bedroom was darkened except for a few lit candles on the table. The golden filigree in the walls and ceiling faintly reflected the candles' glow and the dark mahogany of the furniture gave off a subtle sheen.I sat up, and t
From the corner of my eye, I saw that Garrett noticed how white my nails had become. My emotions were still in turmoil, but I relaxed my grip on the railing. I didn't want to worry him. He had enough to worry about, working in an establishment like this."Perhaps it isn't my place—" Garrett began. I looked back at him, "But it seems needless for Lord Masquerade to provide you an escort to the ballroom if you do not return to the ballroom."I sighed. He had a point. But my last dance didn't go very well, and I wasn't keen to get tripped again.