Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Novels & Stories

“I think they won’t even see you coming.” Penelope cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt the rehearsal for Macbeth: The Velvet Cut, but we’ve got less than four hours until the first bell. This masquerade isn’t like the others. No invitation code, no wristband. They’ll scan your voice at the door. And they’ll expect you to answer in character.” “What’s the phrase?” Isolde asked. Penelope unfolded a napkin and read: “The rose forgets the thorn, until it bleeds again.”

“I know what I said. No feelings. No lines crossed. But somewhere between your laugh and the way you challenge me—I crossed the line. Willingly.” Eden’s heart thundered. “This is dangerous.” “So is denying it.” That night, they were invited to a masked ball hosted by one of Cassian’s Parisian investors. The invitation was sealed with wax and written in calligraphy. Cassian watched her open it. “They expect us to be a spectacle.” Eden smirked. “Then let’s give them a show.” The ballroom was a dream in black and gold. Candles dripped wax from crystal chandeliers. A string quartet played something haunting. Everyone wore masks—half faces, full faces, sequins, feathers.

"Call you when I land?" "You better." "Be safe. Don’t let Maya drag you into anything." "No promises." I blew him a kiss. "Good luck." He caught it, pressed his hand to his chest. The call ended. I stared at the blank screen, missing him already. Then I remembered the email. It was right at the top. Subject: Something for us I clicked. "I got us tickets to the Crimson Masquerade next Friday. Costumes, dancing, dramatic lights, vampires, forbidden lovers — all the dramatic things you love.

Luckily it's also a masquerade ball so the two lovers can hide their identity and enjoy the party with her. Ruby created a false persona for them which goes like this: Carmilla is an aspiring best-seller book writer and Marcel is a traveling stage performer. They met while he was singing in a tavern, had a few drinks, shared a wonderful conversation, and then dated. They eventually got married but didn't stop doing what they wanted to do. Ruby is a fan of Carmilla's books and had become her friend after meeting her in a cafe so she invited the two of them to the ball since her mother and her knights couldn't attend.

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.

I had made a point of pretending he wasn’t there, even when his presence felt impossible to ignore. What had that kiss been about, anyway? Why would he kiss me when he had already promised himself to someone else? Annoyance tightened in my chest, and I released a quiet breath through my nose. “Ah! That reminds me.” Jane brightened further. “Since it’s a masquerade, we’ll need proper masks too. We can’t ruin beautiful new clothes with those cheap things sold in ordinary shops.” Her enthusiasm brought a faint smile to my face, but I still wasn’t certain I wanted to attend.

This made her a bit uneasy as she expected the precious moments with the prince only. She was thinking about what her mother told her before she left her home. " Remember not to give the prince a chance to think about Mary", her mother said as she was putting a little bottle that contained a black shiny substance between her breasts. "What is this mummy?" Mara asked curiously. " This is a little something that will make things easy for you my girl. Remember this is your little ticket to success, plus your body of course. This is just a little push", her mother said while she patted her on the shoulder. "Remember you should take this little bottle and pour a little amount of the liquid inside

He knew from the moment he accepted the deal to marry Maris, in exchange for her father to clear his debts, that if he made the wrong move with Maris, Morris won't only be clearing his Debra, he'll be clearing his life as well. A few friends came to the head table to greet Thomas and Maris. The only representative of the groom family was Thomas brother. As the couple sat down, all the lights in the hall instantly offed. And a spotlight shone on Cinderella who arrived late for the ball in her royal carriage. The paparazzi surrounded her. Fans clapped and cheered her. Ashley slowly descended from her carriage with the help of her driver. She stepped on the out spread red carpet, feeling like a

I just hoped that I could find Henry among all the guests. “Invitation, please,” the announcer asked, holding out his hand for my card. “Oh, right.” I handed it to him. “The Lady Aria,” the announcer boomed to the room. My face turned bright red. “I’m not a lady,” I quickly told him. “I’m just normal.” Andre snickered. “Everyone is announced as a lord or a lady with their first name only for the masquerade,” he informed me. “In honor of the Peasant Queen.”

Aria's POV I make my way down the stairs to the ballroom for my Cinderella moment. Uncle Marcello has decided that my eighteenth birthday should be the event of the year. We are having a black-tie Masquerade where the entire Giudici and every Don on the west coast is invited. This is a bitter- sweet moment for me. This event signals a new chapter in my life, but instead of being excited, the loss of my family weighs heavy on my heart. Somehow it feels like after tonight things are never going to be the same again.