Novel & Cerita Blissful Masquerade

DAMON’S POV The ballroom glittered like a cage dressed in gold. Behind every mask was a lie, and I’d learned to read them all. The air was thick with perfume and deceit. I scanned the crowd, my pulse steady on the surface but pounding underneath. Sadie was somewhere here—breathing the same air as my father and Bella. The thought alone scraped like a blade down my spine. I knew why she pushed to come. Smart move—anonymity buys time. She’d asked the organizers to make it a masquerade; clever, and exactly the kind of thing she would do to buy herself a sliver of protection.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

Melisa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “have you always been daft or you became daft after you got married to my husband?” “Husband?” Now Martina was more confused than ever, “what are you even talking about?” “She doesn’t know” Hardin gave a mocking laugh, “she has always been a delusional bitch, right?” He shoved Martina off with his index finger, “we have been married for ten whole years, Martina” Melisa told her with an evil smirk hovering over her face, “so technically you are the third wheel here” Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

She took them off and started polishing and removing the blood. Her watch lit up, brightening the room she was in. She looked over with a blank face and saw the notification for her new mission. Kill the mafia boss and she's free to leave the life of an assassin. She's supposed to be happy, but after being through so much, she just can't provide proper emotions. "One last kill..." What she didn't know was this would be a rollercoaster to hell. SOFT music began as agent Blood Moon got ready for the night she will commit her last kill. Putting on an eye-catching leather cherry red dress that hugs her figure and black heels that makes her four inches taller. A masquerade ball, she remembers. A

I gestured vaguely at my face and my bruised arms. He only smiled at my complaints. "It’s a masquerade, babe," he said, crossing the room in two strides and dropping a white garment bag onto the bed. Curiosity prickled through the ache. I unzipped the bag, and inside lay a gown. It was a soft wash of midnight blue silk that shimmered when the light touched it. The bodice was structured but delicate, tiny beads stitched along the sweetheart neckline like stars scattered across a night sky. The skirt flared gently, enough to move with me without weighing me down. And a matching mask, edged with silver filigree, hung from one of the satin straps.

[PRESENT] The Plaza had been transformed into a dreamscape of glittering decadence. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light over swirling couples, their masks—delicate filigree, gilded feathers, intricate lace—hiding more than just their faces. The air hummed with the low thrum of strings, the clink of champagne flutes, the murmured exchanges of power disguised as pleasantries.

Why can't I move? The scent of moonflowers grew stronger, making his head spin. His skin felt like it was burning, too tight and too sensitive. Every breath brought more of the flower's essence into his lungs, and he could feel his carefully maintained control slipping away piece by piece. Just as Ivan took another step forward, his eyes locked on Jason with dangerous intensity, the main doors to the hall burst open. A group of young women dressed in ceremonial blacks and silvers filed in, their entrance causing a ripple of murmurs throughout the room. Jason had never been so grateful for a distraction in his entire life.

He nods lifting my head and placing it on his laps Stiffing, snapping out of my stupor I shift trying to stand up but he holds me down and reaching out for my hands to rub, sending a soothing sensation and couldn't help but close my eyes , leaving my self vulnerable In front of a stranger, …… I feel something warm pressing beneath my cheeks, half asleep ,i shift trying to get comfortable, “Damn” Jotting awake “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” feeling my scream muffining Looking from the hands covering my mouth to a certain masked face that as a expression of pain, looking down a certain huge something ,

The music pulsed through the crowded ballroom, but all I could focus on was Marcus. My mate. The one person fated to be mine forever. We swayed to the rhythm, our bodies so close, I could feel our hearts beating as one. What a night! Marcus's warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "You're a 10/10 Bella, super fine. You know, I'm the luckiest wolf alive." I blushed, my cheeks warming up. I couldn't believe this handsome guy was mine either. And he was so sweet OMG!