Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Ball Novels & Stories

Something’s not right, I can feel it but I just don’t know what and it’s driving me nuts, I can hardly focus on my tasks for the day, I keep checking in on Maxi who basically told me to stop bothering her when I mindlinked and called her for the twelfth time in four hours, so I had to resort to checking in on her through Amanda, who obviously can’t express her displeasure with me if she has any as her Alpha and King. I finally break off and head back to my chambers to have a shower and get ready as my Queen is on the way back to do the same, I want to be ready and out before she gets back so I can take her in when she’s completely dressed and descends the stairs to meet me. This year, the ba

I got up and walked to the girl, stopping by her chair. "Elaine" I called her and my fingers brushed against her cheek "it’s okay, you won’t be seen like that, I promise you, okay? And... would it calm you down if I told you this was gonna be a masquerade?" Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me again. "Masks?" Smile. "Yes, a masquerade ball." "So... don’t you need to see my face?" "No." "And... can I still... learn to dance with you?" She asked and her voice now had a sly tone like that of a child who is afraid of getting a no.

If he is going to take her and make me jealous then I too won't be left behind. The masquerade ball was also so damn big. There were jewels and expensive clothes and foods and wine everywhere!!. There was a donation box in the very middle of the hall and some auctions happening in the back. Since it was a charity ball all the money that is earned will go to a specific organisation. We all were standing in a corner when suddenly the music came to life and people started dancing. Jasper was quick to ask Reine and they both made their way to the dance floor Aden and Andrew had asked Emma and Alex while Seleb and Chen had found someone else. Which left only me, Issac and Ashley incense as she

Clarence said into his wine glass. Flashing a glare at him, the Countess looked back at me. "There is more than one purpose to be served in attending a ball, sweet thing. If you don't yet know that, I cannot help but wonder why you are here at all." "Resting her wings." We turned to see Masquerade standing near the door. Our eyes met a moment, before he looked to the Countess. "An abandoned heart is always encouraged to ease her sorrows in my halls. Did you not seek such comfort yourself, Countess?"

And the dress is the only thing I can give her as a token of love and appreciation. "Cinn, we only have five hours left until the ball starts." "Yeah. So? I will wear one of these dresses." I point towards the evening gowns laying down on the floor. Even though there is nothing special in them, I will style myself well. But there is another problem. Masks! It turned out to be a masquerade ball. Someone gave the idea while I was absent and crying in my room that it should be a theme ball and what better than masks? So, now, even if I put my life on my makeup, Tristian won't be able to get a glimpse of my face. No face, no melting of heart. I have to work with the magic of my words, which as f

The night before their wedding day, House Warner throws the grandest, most lavish celebration of all: a masquerade ball. Alcina had never been to one before. In House Clair, everything was about superiority in association with their famed bloodline; anything that would at all conceal their identities would be diametrically opposed to what her parents deemed as the one and only importance of such events. But Brendan had read a book about a masked ball to Alcina once, and since then, Alcina has been fascinated with the idea.

Inside lay a gown of midnight blue silk that shimmered faintly in the light. The fabric looked as though it would cling and flow all at once with delicate beadwork traced the neckline and sleeves, catching the light like scattered stars. Bella reached out and brushed her fingers across it. “He is hosting a ball tonight,” the maid explained with quiet excitement. “A masquerade.” “A masquerade?” Bella repeated. She folded the note and set it aside. “Very well,” she said finally. “Help me prepare.” The room soon filled with the scent of oils and powder as the maid worked.

After seeing her in gloom today I wasn't certain she wanted to socialize. "Why wouldn't she?" He frowned looking at me as I was going to hit him. "Then ask it yourself." I muttered, treading toward the queue. "And will Royal allow you?" He asked. "Why would Darkice deny me?" My brows pulled together. "Have you ever heard of Masquerade ball?" He looked at me, not looking bothered about the food. I grabbed the plate and shoved it in his hand. "Yes, people wear masks and dance and party." I took a few steps ahead as the queue moved.

Faith says as she places a tray with coffee on the coffee table, and we all smile. The meeting lasted around two hours, where Jasmin told us the color palettes and the type of event she would like, and I have to say I am very excited about this. She wants a full-on masquerade ball. She wants the party as if she were freaking Cinderella, but with masks. I am loving this idea. My creativity is bubbling, and I can tell Steph is loving it too.