Cinderella Masquerade Novels & Stories

“Tonight, you'll have plenty of time to move around. For now, hold still.” I looked at myself again. The dress was simple but elegant. Black, fitted perfectly around my body, with a subtle slit along one side. My hair was styled down, falling over my shoulders, and the black mask Jade had chosen covered the upper half of my face. I adjusted one of my earrings. “I still don't understand why we're wearing masks.” “Because it's a masquerade.” “I know what a masquerade is.” “Then why are you asking?” “Because hiding your identity while surrounded by strangers sounds like the beginning of a bad decision.”

Jasmine's blush pink gown was as light as air, her mask adorned with tiny pearls, making her look every bit of the fairy-tale queen she had always dreamed of being. They entered the ballroom together, their bond unspoken but strong. Tonight was fun, mystery, and being part of something magical. The grand ballroom was magnificent, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling high above their heads, casting a golden glow on the masked guest faces. The soft hum of conversation mixed with strains of classical music as the guests danced and mingled beneath the glittering lights. It was a world of elegance where identities were cloaked, and secrets remained safely hidden behind the masks.

The streets they walked seemed to come alive with vibrant colors as if nature. Curiosity getting the better of her, Dianne asked, "What kind of celebration are you planning, Nicolas?" Nicolas flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it's going to be a grand affair, Dianne. We're throwing a masquerade ball!" Dianne's heart skipped a beat. A masquerade ball! The very thought sent her imagination soaring. She envisioned herself in an elegant gown, adorned with feathers and sequins, dancing the night away with mysterious strangers. The air would be filled with laughter and enchantment, creating an atmosphere fit for a fairytale.

She'd gone overboard with her provocation just now and had dug her own grave. "By the way, there will be a thrilling event tonight. After cutting the cake, there will be a masquerade party. Everyone will be changing into a costume and will be equipped with a voice changer. Then, everyone will be paired up anonymously and will dance away the night. When the clock strikes at midnight, everyone must kiss their partner. Then, and only then, they will be allowed to take off their masks." Christin had a wicked grin when he said that. "I'll go and see if there is anyone here that suits my taste, I am looking for a girlfriend!"

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

She sighed at how beautiful it was. It's like Cinderella's gown! Why did Venus think that would suit her? The image of the gown still shines even in the picture. How beautiful could it be if she saw it personally? Suddenly she felt an overwhelming excitement. Then she suddenly thought about Clyde. Will the man notice her if she's already wearing the gown? She also saw the masquerade mask beside the gown. The theme of the event tomorrow night is a masquerade ball. The mask will cover half of her face.

He understands that she absolutely never wants to continue an ambiguous relationship with him. Gordon leans back in his chair, rests his hand on his forehead and thinks about these days. After meeting Karen Goodwill again, he seems to feel that she is exactly what he dreamed of. She is pure, beautiful, charming and educated. Moreover, she is personable, independent and strong, completely different from the obedient little cat like herself before. Sophia Joyner once caught the attention of Gordon Williams with such an image. However, as time goes by, he realizes that Sophia is just wearing a mask and deceives him over and over again.

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

It was perfect, after all. I glanced at my friend and brother. “Still planning on Link and Zelda?” I asked. Kam smirked. “Yup. The costumes should get here tomorrow. Did you order yours yet?” I nodded. I was going as Christine from Phantom of the Opera. My dress was red, white, and gorgeous! It even had a drawstring front to resemble the eighteenth century European style. I also ordered matching white heels. They wouldn’t be totally authentic, but it was for a high school dance. The mask was my favorite part. Part of me wanted to go with a full Venetian mask, but I ended up choosing one that was made of red lace, and tied with a red ribbon. I totally wasn’t excited to wear it. Nope!