Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

''I admired myself in the mirror. Tanya entered in the room and gave me a flying kiss,''San.. I must say some men are gonna die today for sure.'' ''Really I thought I am looking like a scare crow..in black dress,'' ''C mon San..don't act over smart..you know that u r looking goddess of seduction.''Tani said. ''Shall we go down now..party is started..btw wear this,''she gave me a eye mask,I looked at her confusingly. ''Baby its a masquerade party..everyone will come there with mask..,may be your Mr. True lover too...its up to you whether

As we spoke, more women filtered into the ballroom--heels clicking, perfume trailing, masks glittering under the chandeliers. Each arrival looked like she'd stepped out of a Vogue editorial--dripping with diamonds and couture labels. The younger women were breathtaking, the older ones oozed boardroom confidence and country club polish. But between the designer gowns and ornate masks, it was nearly impossible to actually identify anyone. "Think Mrs. Dahlia realized she'd invited a few arch-nemeses and decided to slap on a masquerade theme at the last minute?" Harper tilted her head subtly toward Luna Dora. "Like you and that she-wolf over there."

The anonymity of it emboldened me, making the terrifying prospect seem a little less so. The night of the masquerade, Elysium was transformed. Velvet drapes were replaced with shimmering fabrics in deep jewel tones, candelabras cast flickering shadows that danced on the walls, and every patron wore a mask. The usual, everyday faces were gone, replaced by characters from a fever dream. Some chose elaborate Venetian designs, with long, beaked noses and feathers that swayed with every step. Others opted for simple satin dominoes. The music was different, too—a rich, slow melody that pulsed with an intoxicating rhythm. The air was thick with perfume, anticipation, and the silent camaraderie of a

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.

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

Cold seeped through my hair, into my skull, a chill that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the shape of the future unfolding. The Masquerade. Every year, the Academy's elite hid their faces behind silk and enchanted gold. Every year, sins were committed behind masks that would be politely forgotten come dawn. It was the pinnacle of social theater - a night where identity dissolved and only power remained. It was also, I realized, the perfect place for a public execution dressed as a rescue.

Her heels already ached. Everyone in the room shimmered. The women wore diamonds like skin. The men—every one of them tall, clean-jawed, dangerous—wore masks that looked like power in velvet form. And she had never felt more alone in her life. She’d only come because one of her student’s parents had insisted, said it would be “good exposure,” and “for a good cause.” A charity masquerade hosted by Volkov Industries. The champagne was free. The judgment was not.

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.