Fifty Shades Of Grey Masquerade Romane & Geschichten

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

Eena koss stared at the black envelope on her desk, the wax seal unbroken, crimson like spilled blood. At 32, she was a force in the courtroom, her sharp suits and sharper tongue dismantling opponents with surgical precision. But beneath the armor, doubts gnawed. Late nights blurred into empty mornings, lovers fleeting, her body aching for release from the control she wielded daily. The invitation inside was simple. ‘The Masquerade of Secrets. December 24th. Act out your darkest fantasy. Anonymity assured. Black tie, mask required.'

I said calmly, “I did not ask for your opinion. I said you are coming.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. She nodded without speaking, but fear clung to her like a second skin. What exactly scared her so badly about Evergreen? Before she could answer, I continued, “Your customized mask will arrive before nightfall.” She froze. “…Mask?” she repeated slowly. “Yes.” I grabbed my cloak. “The wedding is masquerade-themed. Every guest must wear a gold mask. Including you.” Relief flooded her so visibly I almost laughed. Suspicious little thing.

I could have sworn I saw a flicker of recognition cross his face. It was quick, but I saw it. He squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes focusing on me as if something deep in his mind had stirred. Recognition? Confusion? Curiosity? My swallowed hard. No… no, no, no. He couldn’t recognize me. He doesn't know I'm the same girl from the club. Right? And then I remembered Melina's words. Last night, I had brown eyes because of my contacts. A mask hiding half my face. Dark lights. Loud music. I had been someone else entirely.

Their masks reveal parts of their face but underneath them, it is alarmingly clear that the five men are devilishly handsome. Stella’s hazel eyes stare at Clara from behind her mask with a look of distaste. By changing her return ball into a masquerade, she is able to keep her identity a secret from those who know her and from the people who don’t. She looks Clara up and down, shifting her weight to her back foot. Clara’s face goes red, matching the shade of her ruby lipstick. She turns her gaze away, the champagne glass tilting in her hand. She scans the nearby area and notices Adrian standing to the side.

Lex perused the masquerade, feeling somewhat elated by the fact that he was indistinguishable. He adjusted his white and gold mask that covered his entire forehead but extended only to half of his face. The overall colour was white with an acrylic effect. The gold highlighted the eyelids and accentuated the mask.

"He looks very much like Gilbert Gardier, Jean's twin brother." And the dinner party was worse than Alexa had imagined, making her regret not taking the man's advice to go home. Twenty new guests had arrived in addition to the old ones. And these twenty people looked very conspicuous; besides being dressed in gothic style with shades of red and black, they all wore masquerade masks that covered the right side of their faces. And the most horrifying thing was their right eye, their eyeballs was not in the socket, instead there was a purple diamond stone in the socket, replacing the eyeballs. "Are you scared, new girl?" asked Eva, one of Alexa's colleagues.

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

A woman stood in the center, giggling drunkenly as she unhooked her bra to the wild cheers of the men surrounding her. My wolf growled in revulsion. This wasn't a masquerade—it was a thinly veiled orgy, the masks merely providing the illusion of anonymity for actions they'd never admit to in daylight. "Alpha Blackwood?" A purring voice interrupted my thoughts. A woman in a silver cat mask and a dress cut so low it barely contained her ample cleavage pressed herself against my arm. "I've been waiting for someone like you all night." I stared down at her, letting my contempt show plainly.