Blissful Masquerade Novels & Stories

Their masks reveal parts of their face but underneath them, it is alarmingly clear that the five men are devilishly handsome. Stella’s hazel eyes stare at Clara from behind her mask with a look of distaste. By changing her return ball into a masquerade, she is able to keep her identity a secret from those who know her and from the people who don’t. She looks Clara up and down, shifting her weight to her back foot. Clara’s face goes red, matching the shade of her ruby lipstick. She turns her gaze away, the champagne glass tilting in her hand. She scans the nearby area and notices Adrian standing to the side.

"Turned out I had a human high school acquaintance on the organizing team who owed me a favor. And you are my plus one. Tonight, if anyone asks, we are Mr. and Mrs. Lattimore." Belinda nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Everything is set, then?" "One more thing." Reaching into his pocket, Derek fished out a golden masquerade mask and fixed it over Belinda's eyes, hiding half her face. He'd intended to wear the golden apparel himself, but it seemed it could be meant for no one but the before him. "Now, everything is set."

Did she want to leave a message? June gave the lady her brightest smile, "No, there's no need. Thank you" There really wasn't any need for him to know her identity, they weren't supposed to see each other ever again. With the mask stuffed into her tote bag and a new set of clothes which she had changed into back at the hotel, June Skylar looked like a totally different person as she walked out of the hotel to hail a taxi. Who would have thought she was a stripper that had just had a crazy one night stand for the opportunity to save her mum's life?

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

Upon finally doing so, the world felt hazy, save for her face. She smiled up at him, obviously enjoying his bewilderment. “I know. It's a surprise, right? Kissing someone like me. Consider it a bonus for all your hard work tonight.” She jokingly stuffed ten dollars into his shirt pocket. “Your tip. Thanks again, handsome. Enjoy your shift!” Fidelis stood in shock, watching her stroll away, utterly puzzled by the whole encounter. Next to him, Brown's eyes were wide, his hand covering his mouth in astonishment. After a lengthy pause, he stammered, “Mr. Fidelis… you… you kissed a girl…”

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad, of course just like any other girl Joan has always dreamt of how her marriage would be like, she always fantasized about marrying her Prince Charming then riding back to their mansion in a limousine or the latest car that year. But if only she knew that it wouldn't all go as she had planned, if only she knew that fate had another plan in store for her or maybe fate didn't really have another plan for her, because she got atleast half of the things she fantasized about. She got to marry a rich husband who can definitely afford a limousine or the latest car trending, but the other half which was supposed to be her Prince Charming didn't reall

Eena koss stared at the black envelope on her desk, the wax seal unbroken, crimson like spilled blood. At 32, she was a force in the courtroom, her sharp suits and sharper tongue dismantling opponents with surgical precision. But beneath the armor, doubts gnawed. Late nights blurred into empty mornings, lovers fleeting, her body aching for release from the control she wielded daily. The invitation inside was simple. ‘The Masquerade of Secrets. December 24th. Act out your darkest fantasy. Anonymity assured. Black tie, mask required.'