Cinderella Masquerade Novels & Stories

Cinderella. "If you remember our first meet was like that of Cindrella story though it was indirect,you came in the party,we danced together without knowing who we are yet felt a strong connection between us,then you left ..."he said smilingly. Sanyukta widened her eyes,he too felt that it was me whom he was dancing with in masquerade party. "Since that day you're my Ms. Cinderella...I hope you are okay with it."he said gently.His deep black eyes intently looked at her.

The pout having no sway with her. “You say that every year. It’s Masquerade. We can make you up, so no one knows who you are. Pretty please.” Em put her hands together in a begging motion. “I don’t have a dress. Sorry Em.” Ella apologised to Em, took a last sip of her coffee, and wiped her hands clean of any remaining chocolate slice. “Yes, you do.” As Em took the now empty coffee cups and rubbish. Placing them in a bin behind the long glass display counter.

I refuse to look at the part of me that hopes she fails. ... Hours later, I step into the ballroom late, my hand fan raised to shield the lower half of my face. “I present, Celine Dontellar, second daughter of Alpha Dontellar.” The announcer says and in my mind’s eye, everyone in the hall pauses to watch me. Right. I might as well have stepped in here naked for all the subtlety. I wonder whether Annika’s efforts will have any effect. The masquerade mask covers the upper part and my scent is being shielded by scent-blocking herbs.

Ruggerio: No way! I laugh at my best friend's extraordinary talent at making up fake idiotic names that will surely blow our covers soon. As if a Grumple and a Flores unknown to the host would spend 30k to get into the party of the year. And as soon as we will get discovered my grandfather will have my head on a plate. Good thing this is one of those stupid masked balls and even better, women at those gatherings are wild. It’s like they get a kick out of flirting in masks. I normally play big with my name to capture them. They usually find their way into my bed all by themselves when they hear my name. Unfortunately, a few beauties are hard to get rid of afterwards, but there is nothing I co

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

Steven breaks through my thoughts. I look at him, and his expression is amused. “Can you hear yourself?” He continues, fighting back a snicker. “Damn well.” I reply with a monotone before shoving down my beer. “And I will.” I add with confidence. “Well, I don't know how you will go about that, man.” Steve says. “There were a lot of blonde girls wearing red dresses at the masquerade ball.” “But there was only one sunshine…” I reply under my breath.

Eena koss stared at the black envelope on her desk, the wax seal unbroken, crimson like spilled blood. At 32, she was a force in the courtroom, her sharp suits and sharper tongue dismantling opponents with surgical precision. But beneath the armor, doubts gnawed. Late nights blurred into empty mornings, lovers fleeting, her body aching for release from the control she wielded daily. The invitation inside was simple. ‘The Masquerade of Secrets. December 24th. Act out your darkest fantasy. Anonymity assured. Black tie, mask required.'

Tonight’s masquerade ball, held at the prestigious Grand Larmont Hotel, was a testament to the world’s gradual return to normalcy—or at least its pretense. Celine sat before her vanity, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm light across her features. Her reflection showed a vision of elegance as her maid pinned the last golden strand of her hair into an intricate updo, adorned with delicate silver pins shaped like stars. Her gown was a masterpiece of sapphire silk, fitted at the waist and flaring into layers of shimmering fabric that seemed to ripple like water when she moved. A cascade of tiny diamonds adorned the bodice, catching the light with every subtle shift. Her mask was equall

And the dress is the only thing I can give her as a token of love and appreciation. "Cinn, we only have five hours left until the ball starts." "Yeah. So? I will wear one of these dresses." I point towards the evening gowns laying down on the floor. Even though there is nothing special in them, I will style myself well. But there is another problem. Masks! It turned out to be a masquerade ball. Someone gave the idea while I was absent and crying in my room that it should be a theme ball and what better than masks? So, now, even if I put my life on my makeup, Tristian won't be able to get a glimpse of my face. No face, no melting of heart. I have to work with the magic of my words, which as f

This made her a bit uneasy as she expected the precious moments with the prince only. She was thinking about what her mother told her before she left her home. " Remember not to give the prince a chance to think about Mary", her mother said as she was putting a little bottle that contained a black shiny substance between her breasts. "What is this mummy?" Mara asked curiously. " This is a little something that will make things easy for you my girl. Remember this is your little ticket to success, plus your body of course. This is just a little push", her mother said while she patted her on the shoulder. "Remember you should take this little bottle and pour a little amount of the liquid inside