Blue Masquerade Mask Novels & Stories

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

Nothing is private anymore. In front of her was the man who asked for a hand in marriage to Duke Raziel. He had his usual blue tailored suit that hung his body perfectly. He had his mask on his face that covered his nose and lips, but his infamous red eyes were staring at her, his black hair shining as the sun glistened from the window. She couldn’t read his face as he remained stoic. He was always wearing a mask to cover part of his face for unknown reasons. They said it was because he hides his ugly scar somewhere on the cheek...that he was a beast and the strongest...Well...that’s what the rumors say about him.

I said stressing the word admirer then looking at Mark, "secondly it was just flowers from MAGNIFICO, and I thought you got them too." "I didn't get any." Oh, Blackwood you are going to be on the stand soon. "This time it is not flowers, it is something more expensive." We both looked at Mark confused and he went inside and brought the package out for me to see. I opened it and saw a white gold mask with swirl designs. It looked nice but I don't think I am wearing a dress that matches the mask. My magenta dress with the black ombre design was definitely not the perfect match for this beautiful mask.

Just stay with me and I would be alright. "Welcome back Master Yulian! And to your lovely guest!" welcomed the attendant on the big oak door. I couldn't make out the guy's features; his face was covered with a rather colorful Arlechinno—depicting a very happy clown. It matches his buoyant personality; he was almost bouncing on his feet at our sight. "Here is your mask, as you requested." He handed Yulian a black Pantalone. "I made it myself!" he exclaimed clapping both hands together. Yulian reached for the birdlike mask, "Thank you, Marcel, are they all here?" he asked wearing the ornament over his head.

Samantha and I both find dresses, shoes and accessories, including our masks. I buy an all black mask with rhinestones, beads and feathers. Samantha buys a white mask with lace and pearls. It's a black and white masquerade ball and we are going to look awesome. By the time we are finished it is dark outside and we figure it's time to get the guys. We don't even need to mink link them, we already know where they will be.