Blissful Masquerade Novels & Stories

I needed to behave like an adult. "Is it a boy?" She asked, a knowing smile on her face. She opened a book on the table and flipped the pages. I stared at her extremely dark eye lash extensions. They made her look so good, along with the eye makeup she loved so much. Mari never wore lipstick. She said it was because of her small lips that sort of disappeared when she smiled. She suddenly looked up, smiling and I turned away. The professor was talking about a Chinese emperor whose name I couldn't remember even though he'd been teaching the topic for over a fortnight. My mind was always somewhere other than class. I wondered when I'd finally get my act together.

Masquerade gracefully resumed waltzing, and I let myself be swept along, my lips still tingling from the sensation of his kiss. If the expression on Masquerade's face indicated anything, he had enjoyed it, too. He seemed a little bewildered, and frankly, so was I. How was it possible to be this happy?

I unconsciously got to my feet and moved away from her. She pushed herself up from the ground and wiped her face with her hands further smearing her face with black mascara streaks then she straightened her dress with her hands; a ploy she suspected was her way of cleaning her tear-stained face. As if she had switched masks, the menacing Eloise that had barged into the office a couple of minutes came on and the wailing-man-begging Eloise was tucked away. Slowly, she walked towards me. "Do you know why you were meeting with him at such an obscure place at such a time?" She asked me but did not wait for an answer as she answered herself. "It was because you are nothing more than a plaything to

Anthony retrieves the bottle and glasses from the maid and dismisses her with a nod. "I like what you've done with your hair" he informs, filling the glasses. "One more thing we have to thank Kenzie for" he hands me a champaign flute. "Cheers" I raise my glass and he clinks it with his. The champaign's a pale, rose color and it tastes deliciously crisp. "Here" he hands me a large, silver pouch that was lying on the centre table. I reach into it and pull out a black masquerade mask. It's beautiful, it has gold ribbons threaded around the edges and stunning gold filigree around the eyes and intricate patterns in gold, thin lines.

After he dubbed the area was secure he put the loaded gun back in it original place. I cupped his face “good morning sunshine “and lightly kissed him his eyes widened in shock . Then a wicked smile spread across his face his held a glint up naughtiness.We probably would have deepened the kiss if the bedroom blinds hadn’t flew open.the sudden light assaulted our eyes. The shock was like being douced with frigid Water .“ wake up clay !” A feminine voice screamed. We both looked at her We both jumped apart in shock . She looked at each other in our half dressed state then at the now blushing woman. “ oh my gosh , another one of your flavors of the weeks?!” She dramatically stated

“Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” In an instant, Duke Raziel grabbed her hand, and let her touch his face. He let her trail it on his cheeks. “Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” She felt an electric touch, her heart beating fast in excitement. His face was soft and masculine. She let her hands trail on his strong and sharp jaw, to his collarbones. “You’re really handsome….” She couldn’t help but comment, still gaping at the sight. “Why do you even wear a mask?”

“You make me a lot of money, girl. And I hate that you’re leaving. But I can’t stand in the way of your dreams.” I felt warmth fill my chest. “Thank you… really.” “You’re welcome.” She patted my cheek. “Now go. Let’s make this last night your best.” When she left, I turned toward the mirror. My brown contacts covered my real blue eyes, and the silver mask glittered under the bulbs. The purple fringe bra and panties left almost nothing to the imagination—perfect for Jade Firefly, but not for Akayda Jordan. I took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

I wear a black dress and a gold mask that covers my eyes and half my face and I take a car there alone, which Marcus protests and which I do anyway, and I walk into the basement space at ten-thirty and the music is very loud and very good and the lighting is precisely the kind that makes everyone look like a better version of themselves. I accept champagne. I breathe. For thirty minutes, in the specific anonymity of a gold mask in a room full of people in masks, I am not Vivian Ashford. I am not the Forbes article or the Vanity Fair piece or the trending hashtag or the woman who was photographed crying in a parking structure or the woman who threw her phone in a pool or the woman who was in

It was a masquerade that felt more like a seduction than a celebration—dazzling, overwhelming, and thick with unspoken hunger. Lyra was radiant, her emerald-feathered mask catching every spark of light as she twirled across the floor. “Isn’t it perfect?” she cried, laughter ringing bright and pure. “The music, the dancing, the magic—it’s everything Father promised!” She seized Elara’s hands and pulled her into the swirl. Elara laughed despite the storm inside her, letting the joy wash over her for a few fragile moments, trying desperately to drown the aching need between her thighs.