Fifty Shades Of Grey Masquerade の小説・ストーリー

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

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

“Your job is to figure out which guest each one belongs to. Keep your own hidden while uncovering everyone else’s. Since this is a masquerade party, you might not even know who you’re talking to. The first to correctly match five secrets wins a prize.” As soon as the slips were unfold, the room erupted into a mix of laughter, scoffs, and immediate, heated denial. “What the hell?” someone blurted, waving their paper. “I do not own a secret shrine dedicated to my ex!” A woman in a sapphire mask gasped. “Who wrote this? I didn’t get banned from a casino for counting cards!” “Did you, though?” her companion smirked. She huffed, folding her arms. “That’s not the point.”

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.

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 wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

"I don't know, Josie. I mean, Davis already has a bad impression of me…" "So… Davis? Davis? Everything Davis. Come on, Anna, when have you cared about anyone's opinions that aren't your dad's?" "You're chatting tonight, Josie. Alcohol is speaking." After the call, I sighed, contemplating the idea. Eventually, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, opting for a black cocktail dress that seemed fitting for the masquerade theme. I added a silver mask, a touch of mystery to shield me from prying eyes. It was a masquerade party after all. What's a part without mystery?

I paused for a second as it felt like I had walked straight into a blue film. Ethan and Mason were in bed, both dressed in matching black panties, kissing slowly and deeply. Mason was taller, broader, with shorter brown hair and a runner’s build. They broke the kiss when they saw me, and Ethan’s face lit up. It was as though he knew I’d come. “Lie back,” he said, a seductive grin on his face as he patted the bed. “Get comfortable.” I did, settling in just right between the two of them. What happened next was something I’d never experienced. Something that made me glad I agreed to this arrangement.