Fifty Shades Of Grey Masquerade 소설 & 이야기

His fingers dug into my hips, my back hit the cabin wall, and suddenly nothing existed but the scrape of his stubble and the salt on his tongue. A wave crashed. We broke apart, gasping. Jeff rested his forehead against mine. “For luck.” I nipped his lower lip. “Let’s not die.” *** The auction was a masquerade. Literally. Guests arrived in Venetian masks and designer black tie. I wore a backless gown the color of fresh blood and a smile sharp enough to draw blood. The guards at the gate didn’t blink. “Invitation?” I handed over a stolen one. “Tell Julian his favorite ghost came to haunt him.”

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

A spark runs through me, tingling where I shouldn’t still feel him. I shake it off like a guilty pleasure. Sighing, I reach for something safer. A black dress. It’s long, simple, not revealing and definitely do not scream for attention. But it’s body-hugging and I wonder if I’m ready for that kind of closeness… with myself. Still, it will have to do. Anya will outshine me, anyway. She always does and honestly, I’ve made peace with being the dim light in her galaxy. It’s already seven and the invitation Mama left says eight-thirty. So, I have enough time. Apparently, it’s a masquerade event. How fitting for me. Rich people wearing masks to fundraise a system that’s already broken.

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

Blackmoor Alpha Academy awaited, and I, a male omega masquerading as an alpha, was willingly entering a school filled with the most dominant werewolves in the country. I stared at my reflection. At twenty, I had the build of a beta, lean but muscular enough to pass casual inspection. My dark hair fell just below my ears, and my green eyes—my mother's eyes—stared back at me with a mixture of determination and fear. Nothing about my appearance screamed "omega," but my scent would betray me in an instant without the formula. The formula that had cost my family everything.

Gigi As my girlfriends and I step into the extravagant masquerade party, the air is filled with the lively chatter of guests and the soft background music that drifts through the expansive ballroom. The room is adorned with opulent decorations, and students are elegantly dressed in lavish gowns and sharp suits. Amidst the bustling crowd, I accidentally collide with a tall man whose dirty brown hair triggers a sense of recognition within me. A familiar scent of his cologne wafts towards me, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Concealed behind my masquerade mask, I am confident that he cannot identify me, so I discreetly run away from him, choosing to silently retreat from the unexpected enc

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

Anna's POV As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the city, I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate mask that concealed my features. The anticipation coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of excitement and apprehension. Tonight, Victor and I were invited to a masquerade ball, an event shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of a secret society. Dressed in an elegant gown that hugged my curves and cascaded in layers of midnight blue silk, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The air crackled with a palpable energy as Victor approached, his eyes widening with awe at the sight before him.

Melisa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “have you always been daft or you became daft after you got married to my husband?” “Husband?” Now Martina was more confused than ever, “what are you even talking about?” “She doesn’t know” Hardin gave a mocking laugh, “she has always been a delusional bitch, right?” He shoved Martina off with his index finger, “we have been married for ten whole years, Martina” Melisa told her with an evil smirk hovering over her face, “so technically you are the third wheel here” Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her.