Cinderella Masquerade Novels & Stories

Opening the box, Claire found a formal gown, a pair of low heels, and a gold mask. Right. That's why he looked different tonight. Still black, but a genuinely high-end black suit this time. A masquerade. Convenient, Claire thought. Even at a formal event, nobody recognizes me. The gown's ruching gathered strategically at the waist, effectively hiding the small bump underneath. By the time she stepped out of the car, mask already on, the young, casual girl from minutes ago had vanished entirely replaced by something that looked, quite literally, like a rose blooming in the dark.

Give the students something to celebrate so they forget they were being drugged at dinner. The Masquerade wasn't just a party. In the manuscript, it was described as the "Freshman Crucible." It was a freshmen-only rite where masks allowed for anonymity, but the quality of one's attire and the power of one's aura determined the social hierarchy for the rest of the year. It was where alliances were sealed with a dance and reputations were assassinated over flutes of enchanted nectar.

I looked stunning. “This one,” Verona said about a dark blue dress with gold trimmings that I tried on. “This is the one you’ll wear to the masquerade. We’ll find you a matching mask, and then you’ll be good to go. I was thinking of a mask to cover most of your face. What do you think?” I shrugged. “Sounds fine, I guess.” I stood in front of the mirror. I looked so different than what I was used to. The person staring back at me wasn’t me, and it was such a strange feeling. I felt like an imposter.

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

could be. "May, first question is for you. I noticed the gorgeous t-shirt you're wearing. Is there a story behind it?" I blinked. Honestly, the story was too long for me to try and explain to the annoyingly beautiful woman but I did so anyway. "Yes there is. I'm pretty sure you've heard it before but this time it's different. Cinderella isn't running from the prince, instead she is running towards him and in the process, she loses not a shoe but herself. This t-shirt symbolises how I stopped running and decided that no prince was worth losing myself over."

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment recalling how she was turned into a weak woman the previous night. She slowly removed her hands from his clutch. But soon he gripped it even tighter as if she is running away. She smiled seeing his protective side and soon her eyes turned into some shade of dark remembering her motive. She cant get swayed by his care. She cant forget for which she is chasing him for months. She can't get close to this man ever. She took her hands jerking up him. "Cinderella, are you okay?" He asked sitting up straight. "Yeah" she replied not able to see his eyes for the first time. She felt as if he would catch her all lies if she looks at him.

Aria's POV I make my way down the stairs to the ballroom for my Cinderella moment. Uncle Marcello has decided that my eighteenth birthday should be the event of the year. We are having a black-tie Masquerade where the entire Giudici and every Don on the west coast is invited. This is a bitter- sweet moment for me. This event signals a new chapter in my life, but instead of being excited, the loss of my family weighs heavy on my heart. Somehow it feels like after tonight things are never going to be the same again.

he smiled and bent his elbow; she was a little embarrassed and reached out to hug him. "That woman is the woman just now?" The assistant opened his eyes wide in disbelief. The makeup artist heard his incoherent words and pushed him away fiercely. In the blink of an eye, Cinderella had transformed into a princess. It must be this effect; Nina holding Leonard's arm was like being in the clouds. — "Who do you guys think Young Master Leonard will bring along tonight?" While waiting for the show to start, a group of women started to gossip.