Blissful Masquerade Novels & Stories

While Elena spent her nights perfecting typography and UI layouts for local bakeries, Layla spent hers chasing the shadows of the elite, trying to climb a ladder that was greased with debt. "It’s Julian Thorne’s estate, Layla," Elena whispered, looking up at the black skyscraper that loomed over the park like a monolith. "Security will have scanners. They’ll have lists. I don’t know these people. I don’t know how to be... you." "That’s why it’s a masquerade!" Layla reached into a velvet bag and pulled out a piece of art. It was a silver mask, handcrafted with delicate filigree that looked like frozen vines. It was beautiful, cold, and utterly transformative. Layla pressed it into Elena’s pal

My escape from the tight coil of frustration and tension Dalton had wrapped around me all week. Walking back through the crowded mall, bags swinging, laughter spilling again, I felt lighter. My anger toward Dalton hadn’t disappeared, but it had shifted. It wasn’t just irritation anymore; it was a combustible mixture of defiance, excitement, and that spark of anticipation for a night where I could be completely myself, uninhibited and unapologetic. “Oh! I forgot to mention. It is a masquerade party, so I got you a mask. Only rule is that no matter what happens, you do not remove the mask. Club rules,” Lila stated with a shrug.

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

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 all sins pleas and sweet talk. I still rose from my chair and followed blythe into the bathroom. The room lingered with disinfectants and a hint of roses. It was quite pleasant til the bathroom door slammed behind me. A furious blythe stalked towards me. She closely resembled a lion after a gazelle in the African Savannah.

“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.