Another Cinderella Story Masquerade Novels & Stories

"It's not about being good or bad. The candied apples here are special." °°° On the third day, another ball was held. However, this time it was held outside, around the palace garden. As an escort was required, Seraphine followed Katherine. This time, it was in a masquerade theme with everyone having the upper part of their face covered by a half-mask. The garden was lavishly and gorgeously decorated. Lights of various colours powered by magic hung around the place, and various sorts of attractive flowers were used in order to raise the aestheticism of this place.

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

felt him filling me so deep I could still sense the ghost of his cum inside me. I needed more. So I slipped out after he left for another “business meeting,” drove to the mansion, and let the masked attendant take my coat. Tonight I wore the same emerald gown, the same velvet mask with black feathers. My heart pounded as I stepped into the glittering ballroom. The masquerade was in full swing. Couples danced under crystal chandeliers while others disappeared into shadowed corners or private rooms. I scanned the crowd, searching for the silver wolf mask.

The night of the masquerade ball, a ball usually held to celebrate a successful mating season. I held Medora's costume in my arms as I climbed the stairs to her room. The fabric was deep purple silk with silver embroidery that was very elegant. The mask was delicate and beautiful with tiny crystals that sparkled like stars. She was going to look like a princess. I nodded with approval. I knocked on her door and waited. "Come in." She was sitting at her vanity staring at her reflection. Her hair was already done in an elaborate style and her makeup was perfect. I noticed the resigned look on her face.

Easy for him to say…He hadn't been the one she'd tried to manipulate into marriage…I accepted a glass of whisky from another waiter before retreating toward the edge of the ballroom. "Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to tonight's masquerade." The DJ shouted My eyes searched the crowd almost instinctively then I found her…Natalie. She lifted an emerald-green mask to her face before tying the ribbon neatly behind her head. I took another sip of whisky…then another as I watched her dance to the songs being played "You've been staring for the last five minutes." …Cassian murmured beside me, accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Autumn… this is Jaiden’s seal.” She paused for a moment. “Then I absolutely have to go.” --- The masquerade took place in an abandoned cathedral outside Chicago, now restored to haunting opulence. Candles floated mid-air, and crimson velvet draped the walls. A slow, ancient waltz pulsed through the space like a heartbeat. Autumn entered alone. Her mask was silver with veined onyx lace, and her gown—a deep emerald satin—hugged her curves as if it had been tailored for seduction. Beneath her collarbone, her pendant pulsed.

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.

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.

I asked. "Revenge against the castle," James replied. "Talia promised them wealth and power." The whole situation fell into place. I was surprised by Talia's manipulations and desperation as it knows no bounds. The night drew to a close, With the masquerade ball deemed with triumph. Mara and I shared a final dance, our love shining brighter than any mask. The masquerade ball was over and We went back to our rooms. As we entered our chambers, Mara let out a heavy sigh of relief, shedding her mask and gloves on the dresser.

Rated PG-Mature Content The crunch of the leaves was the only noise trickling in the darkness of the late winter night, as the fairy knight's boots made their way along the pathway to the Lord Camilton manor. The fairy knight had been invited to the fairy masquerade ball and was greatly looking forward to it. His luminous mask, firmly in place, hid his elegant features well. The powerful line of his jaw the only thing apparent beneath the glowing satin, his eyes peering out mischievously. A smile twitched at his seductive mouth as the harmony of fairy music flowed down from the ballroom, and the torches illuminated his path the rest of the way.