Blue Masquerade Mask の小説・ストーリー

“But now you have me a little worried about the possibility of weird people hidden behind all this sophistication. “With how beautiful you look all sorts of people are going to flock around you either way,” she chuckled motioning to myself. In all honestly I had to agree with her. The dress that she had brought me had been a beautiful royal blue. The material soft as silk with beads and laces sewn to the hem and a bodice that framed my breast and then rounded around my neck in a halter. The back was completely bare but covered by my long hair curled with a braided crown put together with pearl pins. The mask was a butterfly shaped blue and black with pearls stuck to it. The material shining

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

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.

"Do I really have to wear this?" Ivy asked, staring at the mask in her hand—a sleek piece made of deep black velvet, its shape narrowing at the corners to elegantly frame her features. There were no gaudy feathers, no over-the-top embellishments. Just a single satin ribbon meant to be tied at the back. Simple, but striking in its elegance. Mysterious. Alluring. “Does everyone have to wear masks to a MaC banquet?” Ivy raised one brow, glancing at Josh, who sat beside her, perfectly relaxed in the backseat of the car.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

When we finally pulled up to the towering gates of the Claw Bane pack’s house, I took a shaky breath, willing myself to stay calm. Beta Nathan stepped out first, opening the door for us, and I gathered the skirts of my dress as I followed Alpha Rowan onto the wide stone path leading up to the ballroom entrance. It was just as I had always remembered it. Alpha Rowan paused, reaching into his coat pocket, and handed me a delicate, intricate mask. Its silver edges gleamed in the moonlight, fine threads curling into the shapes of leaves and feathers. Relief washed over me as I realised—this was a masquerade. With the mask, I’d be hidden, anonymous. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?