Glorious Masquerade Novels & Stories

Their house is an estate sprawling across hills, buzzing with the motion of staff who rushed in and out to get ready for what was expected to be the grandest night of the year. The Masquerade Gala was where the city's most powerful gathered, cloaked behind masks of mystery and allure. For weeks, the sisters had been preparing for this night, knowing full well that in the world of the elite, appearances were everything. And tonight, they were determined to make an entrance that would not be forgotten. Inside their lavish dressing room, the soft glow of the chandelier above bathed the room in its warm intimate light, reflecting off the three full-length mirrors where each sister stood, putting

I can't let myself fall in love with a man like Damien, I don't even know who he is or why he always wears a mask over his face or what he wants from me. I can't let myself fall for him or any of his tricks in trying to woo me at least not until I find out the real reason he chosed to marry me when he could possibly have any other girl he wants, but no it had to be me. Joan sighed as she thought about all these things. She finally finished arranging her clothes in the closet and picked out a red gown to wear for the date. She also picked out a pair of black heels with a silver lining at the top and gold round earrings.

I got that a lot on several occasions and I was used to that, the man beside me then squeezed my hand one more time before speaking into the microphone, “Here, in my hand is the most beautiful birthday girl, today just as twenty-eight years ago, such a lady was born to the world. She is an ambitious lady, intelligent, and has wealth but she is as humble as a newborn sheep who hasn’t known his mother. One thing, it will be my honor to pronounce to you is that “she has had no boyfriend since she was born. And so today, I am introducing spinster to the world and to an audaciously-bred young bachelor to try his luck with her.” You all, have fun, everything you eat and drink is the house.”

Even if it means going to a boring ball, he will go as long as it will stop his father from preaching about cork wives. THE SUN FINALLY lost its glam on the sky. Lamps have now lit the Englisian streets. Ladies wore their finest gowns and silks as they rode in their carriages to attend the masquerade ball. Men took their dates and boasted their titles. The gates of the palace were now open for guests. For the masquerade is now finally open for all. "Is everything ready now, Anaj?" Elizabeth's voice echoed as she stepped in front of a tall mirror.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

The journey to the neutral lands—lush forest territory claimed by no pack—was filled with stiff silence, fake smiles, and the uncomfortable tension of trying not to breathe too loud next to people who’d rather claw your throat out than say good evening. By the time we arrived at the grand hall nestled between thick woods and silver-lit lakes, my face ached from fake smiling. The masquerade was beautiful, no doubt. Golden lanterns floated in the air, enchanted to twirl like stars. The scent of roasted meat and spices wafted through the chilled night air. Music pulsed softly from a string quartet enchanted to never miss a note. I should’ve felt enchanted. Instead, I felt suffocated. Too many p

*********** The masquerade ball is exquisitely splendid with vivacious decorations, imported flowers, expensive clothing and furniture that the invited guests were awestruck by the crystal chandeliers which were hung to the ceiling of the banquet hall. The spacious lavish dance floor is painted with spectacular patterns which drew gasps from the crowd, their expressions hidden behind their beautiful masks. When Lucas Roselli stepped into the hall with his girlfriend and sister, their hands securely wrapped around his forearms on either side, they were greeted by the people who are engaged in refreshing conversations. Some are dancing in joy, irrespective of their identities while few stuck t

And I know it. The De Lucas parade their son’s engagement like a trophy, their arrogance spreading like wildfire. If there’s a corner of the earth untouched by their boasting, I’d be shocked. And the lovely Serena Castelli, the radiant bride-to-be? She has no idea of the monster she’s promised herself to. Not a clue.

This wasn’t just a party. It was a different world entirely. Lucas stepped closer, his voice low. “Your Highness,” he murmured, “please, do not stray from my side. This is not the kind of event where I can trust anyone blindly. And with everyone wearing masks tonight, it makes it even harder to discern intentions.” Evelyn glanced at the guests filtering into the grand entrance. Each of them was adorned in elaborate masks, their identities obscured. It was a masquerade—a dazzling yet deceptive illusion.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.