Romans & histoires A Mask At The Wedding

A man in a silver mask stood before me, sword dripping scarlet. That beggar writhed on the ground, clutching the hand that no longer bore its fingers. The others, shrieking in terror, scattered like startled rats. The masked man inclined his head to me. Before I could speak a word of thanks, he turned to leave, vanishing into the night. Only a single royal gold token remained where he had stood. … The days slipped quickly by, and at last, my wedding day arrived. I wore my bridal gown, my adornments few and plain.

Two fucking days. Her white wedding dress—lace and satin, the one she’d spent months picking out—got tangled around her legs as they dragged her toward the exit. The veil tore halfway off, dangling from her pinned-up blonde hair. Mark was shouting her name, trying to crawl after her, but one of the masked men kicked him hard in the ribs and pointed a gun at his head. “Stay down, groom,” the man growled. “She belongs to someone else now.”

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”

She saw they were wearing the same shoes, and despite the fact that hers were high heels, she thought they looked like a great couple. " It's time for you to put on your mask." He stated his case. Miranda took a fancy white mask from the box and put it on. She went with a white lace with a large feather on top that matched her gown. Andrew chose a black mask that covered half of his face in the same way. "Let's get going to the party. We can't afford to be late for the welcome announcement." At one of the Templetons' clubs,

She said and kind of dragged Avery down the aisle. All right then.. if it really has come to this, then either he will go alive from here today or I will.. either I will kill him or I'll kill myself! Everyone at the wedding was wearing masks. She saw a few women but mostly men with black masks on their face and all of them were wearing white suits.. even the women. All of them are killers! Each one standing here has killed at least one person in their life! None of them deserve to live such a fancy and luxurious life! I will kill them all! Avery was suddenly filled with a weird kind of confidence like she is going on some kind of war. She straightened her back and confidently walked down the

Shirley asked from the other side of the door. “Give me a second,” I responded pulling myself to a sitting position. I needed to get over it, I had gotten married yesterday. It had to have been the worst wedding anyone would have ever attended. The bride had been changed, instead of the actual woman whom they had agreed on getting married to, the younger sister had been sent instead. The younger sister had been too eager to do her job as a princess and assist her fathers pack and had gone instead as the bride. Their masked alpha hadn’t even deemed the whole process necessary and had skipped out on the entire marriage leaving me to stand there like an unwanted woman only to come after the wed

I couldn’t really refuse this wedding—after all, I was already caught up in this kind of life and had accepted the benefits it brought me. Finally, the wedding day arrived. Before dawn, I was woken up from sleep and brought to a spacious dressing room. I hadn’t seen my groom yet—he’d be waiting for me at the altar. I was wearing a blush silk robe. After freshening up, I put on a face mask to make sure my skin was in perfect condition. A photographer was there the entire time, recording everything I did on my wedding day. Mom said it would be a beautiful memory to look back on.

I knew that would hurt her, so I said it. I know, pathetic. But I don’t care. “I’ll look real nice for you, husband,” she says and curtsies mockingly. My patience is hanging by a bare thread. “And to pick out a good mask too,” I add the bitter truth. She stops and gives me a puzzled look. “Mask?” she asks. “Yes, it’s a masquerade party,” I bite. Yes, it is a masquerade charity ball, but I didn’t invite her because I knew her face would be hidden.

Josh murmured beside me, noticing the tension in my posture. Josh had barely finished asking me what I was thinking when my eyes met Luna Katy’s. She was in the distance, surrounded by guests, wearing an elegant red dress adorned with gold details. Her hair, delicately styled, fell into beautiful curls that framed her face perfectly. Even from afar, I could see the golden wedding band on her finger—the same one she had worn since the death of her husband. When she saw me, she smiled, a polite gesture that seemed like a greeting, but among so many people, it was clear she didn’t know who I was behind the mask.

Nicole's POV "Oh, I didn't expect something like this to be here," I said, adjusting my mask. My fiancé nodded. "Yes, it's quite fascinating, isn’t it?" We were now at a festival filled with people, all wearing masks of various shapes that covered parts or all of their faces. It felt like a masquerade party, but the difference was that our outfits were more casual, reflecting individual styles. “This is fun. This way, no one will recognize us here,” I smiled, looking at him as he glanced back at me. "We can move around more freely… Did you plan all of this before we came for the vacation?"