Cinderella Masquerade Novels & Stories

I arched a brow. “Was there a masquerade ball in Cinderella?” She tilted her head to the side. “I thought it was Barbie and the Three Musketeers?” She looked to be lost in thoughts as she wondered who among the cartoon characters attended as mask ball. “Whatever.” I waved her words off. “It has been a long time since I watched those cartoons.” I turned the card in my hand. It's not as if I was still a kid. I grew up faster than kids my age. My so-called husband made certain of that.

The night of the masquerade ball, a ball usually held to celebrate a successful mating season. I held Medora's costume in my arms as I climbed the stairs to her room. The fabric was deep purple silk with silver embroidery that was very elegant. The mask was delicate and beautiful with tiny crystals that sparkled like stars. She was going to look like a princess. I nodded with approval. I knocked on her door and waited. "Come in." She was sitting at her vanity staring at her reflection. Her hair was already done in an elaborate style and her makeup was perfect. I noticed the resigned look on her face.

If you decided to come to the party, I'm going to wear a blue cashmere suit and Roman Greek Mythological Venetian Mask," he said and winked at her. Edward wants her to easily identify him, so he told her what he would be wearing. A masquerade ball is a big event; everybody will wear a mask. It would be difficult for Ella to recognize anyone if she doesn't know what they will be wearing before the event. It is like finding a needle in a haystack.

But Cassiopeia had already begun speaking to Alessandro in his native tongue, and the pair were quickly absorbed in their conversation. Geez, lady, this is not a good time to ignore me! It was no use waiting for them to finish. They seemed like they were going to be talking for a while. Feeling annoyed—and somewhat anxious—I had no choice but to leave them. My mind was spinning. Lord Masquerade? Magical? It was easier for me to believe the little girl's dress could glow. Sure, Masquerade was generous and compassionate, but who needs to be magical to have those virtues? Of course, that would explain why he felt different from everyone else.

she asked, handing them to us. "It's a masquerade, Em," I explained, crouching down as best I could. "It's a party where everyone plays pretend for a night." "Like Halloween?" "Kind of. But with fancier clothes." Grace, three years old and currently in a phase where she refused to wear anything but tutus, waddled in behind her sister. She hugged my leg. "Pretty Mama!" she declared. "Thank you, Gracie." Patricia appeared in the doorway, looking elegant and capable. "Alright, Cinderella. Your carriage awaits. And by carriage, I mean the SUV with the heated seats because your back hurts."

Chapter Three – Masquerade Mastery The ballroom transformed into a realm of shadows and silk as the early morning hours approached, the chandeliers dimming, their light a soft halo over the crimson velvet alcove where we lay entwined. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by the Masquerade’s unrelenting passion. The five women loomed over me, their masks still in place, breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate the night in a final act of dominance. The air thrummed with the energy of our s

But she had brought them to her wedding. Now everyone would know she was extremely rich, and was getting married to a rich man too. Hmph! She grinned from ear to ear like a fool. But the big devil wasn't smiling. His nose flared, and his brows pinched. That scent_ He recognized the scent even from afar. Cinderella? Indeed, Cinderella hid underneath one of the masks and pretended to be a dancer. She had come to see Royalty one last time. To warn him to stop painting naked pictures of her.

“And do you know who I am? Do not dare come after me, Isabella because you will lose. I am Cinderella Mackenzie, I run this town, I make the rules, and trust me I always win. Ask around about the people that have messed with me if they lived to see another day” she said and with that she stood up and walked away. Isabella, who felt embarrassed, turned and saw the two gossip ladies staring at her. “What are you staring at?” she yelled and they quickly looked away. TBC

June Skylar, stripper at night, a devoted daughter by day. Michael was glad he had kissed his daughter goodnight, he didn't know what the driving force was but he wasn't quite done with the stripper and if what her supposed friend had said was true, the amber masked redhead was going to be needing more than a hundred thousand dollars and he was going to benefit from whatever arrangements they were going to settle on. It was a win win situation, she most definitely couldn't say no. Or could she?

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov “Will you please relax even for a moment?” Miracle said while we were walking inside the Cassiela Hotel where the party was being held. “And please fix your mask if you don’t want Jyn to know that you are already here.” It was a masquerade party and wearing a mask is required in our attire. And I chose a plain gold mask with butterfly wings on the side. I matched it to the red backless dress that I bought earlier in the mall.