Novel & Cerita Blissful Masquerade

Green-brown contact lenses that make my stare almost inhuman. The slit in my black dress teases up my thigh with every step, high enough to pull a knife from if I need to. My cleavage is on full display, glossy and highlighted. My skin glows with a fake softness, oiled to distraction, but under it—steel. The moment I enter, heads turn. I know I'm hot .. Whispers. Desire. Suspicion. Exactly what I want. This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars.

I could hear the self gratification and I looked in the mirror one final time. Every part of me looked different. The point of a masquerade was to not be seen as yourself and I hoped it was going to work far beyond the allure of a costume if only to save me from having to see his entire family once again. “You’re almost done.” I turned to see Dimitris, his costume a near compliment to mine. A black suit that shined with silver stars with a mask that was pure black dotted with gems. He was the night sky and I was those stars and moon that we were admiring tonight. Crossing the room Yvet moved to allow him to reach around me and fasten a silver chain woven as a net that started as a choker. Th

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

Anna's POV As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the city, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate mask that concealed my features. The anticipation coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Tonight, Victor and I were invited to a masquerade ball, an event shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of a secret society. Dressed in an elegant gown that hugged my curves and cascaded in layers of midnight blue silk, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The air crackled with a palpable energy as Victor approached, his eyes widening with awe at the sight before him.

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

Elias, next to me, stood up straight and proud, like he was claiming his place. Noelle was shaking with anger as she looked at me. "Darcy, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Andrew rushed over too, whispering to me: "Darcy, don't be silly! Stop the wedding now!" I did not listen to them and passed the microphone to the person next to me. "Elias, tell everyone why you're here." Elias and I exchanged smiles, his voice calm and clear. "Today, I'm standing here because Howard gave me fifteen thousand dollars to pretend to be him at this wedding. "

Blood disguised under roses. Valerius bent close, his lips brushing her ear. “Welcome to the Masquerade.” At first, she thought it was only decadence. Dancers swirled in sweeping gowns, hands gliding over bare shoulders, masks kissing masks in secret alcoves. Champagne flutes passed from one to another, crimson stains on glass rims. But then Chloe noticed the hunger. Eyes behind masks lingered too long on throats. Smiles flashed too many teeth. A man in a wolf mask brushed past her, his gaze fixed on the pulse at her neck. A woman in crimson feathers smiled, and for an instant, Chloe swore her canines lengthened.

Elma The masquerade was the perfect excuse. A celebration. A harmless post-summit affair. One I had no reason to decline. Not if I wanted to keep suspicions off my back. I’d been at the summit. A guest of honor, they called me. Skipping a formal pack event now? That would’ve raised more questions than my presence already had. So I came. Dressed like the version of myself they expected. Elegant. Quiet. Soft. A diplomat’s niece, with good posture and a forgettable smile. My mask was silver lace and satin…light enough to breathe, pretty enough to distract.

Felix watched in surprise as her earlier joyful expression, when she had wanted to surprise Dread at the party, transformed into pure anger. “Thank you for the dress and the mask,” she said, forcing a smile as she handed the masquerade mask back to him. “I have to leave.” Without waiting for a response, she strode past him toward the exit. Before her foot could even touch the threshold, she was abruptly pulled into the darkness. She gasped as her back hit the wall. Looking up, she found Dread pressing his entire body against hers, trapping her between him and the cold stone. “What are you…?” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Dread crushed his lips to hers with desperate ur

Her people found her disgusting because of her scar and would look away at her arrival and some would avoid her entirely but the one person who had kissed her and smiled at her even while looking into her eyes, not once paying attention to the mask on the one side of her face. How could she have let him break down her walls, Marshall had abducted her and locked her up in here. He probably glared at her when she wasn't looking and washed up after being with her. Yes, he probably believed she was ugly behind her mask after all she was not his mate but he held her close at night and whispered fake words of love to her, fooled her good and she fell so hard for it. Blinded her with false love and