Glorious Masquerade Novels & Stories

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

I don’t think the others noticed it because they were just laughing their asses out even if there’s nothing funny. “Someone once said that I’m more gorgeous when naked.” He shrugged as if telling me that I’m the one who doesn’t have taste. Wow! The hell! The week went by like a blur and finally it’s Saturday, the D-day. The biggest event in the country is going to happen. It's a masquerade ball with glitters, black and white motif. It'll be held in one of the biggest hotel here in the country owned by the Lacsamanas.

At exactly 19:00 hours... a series of glass clinking sounds ranged through the whole luxurious decorated venue which indicates that the masquerade ball had officially begun. The whole area was filled with different mysterious personalities clad in their elegant tuxedos and fancy evening gowns with their own desired masks. Those men in their elegant tuxedos and masks were all looked like princes who had walked out from a famous fairytale book to search for their princesses in the ball. Clang!

The chandeliers dripped gold. Masks glittered, laughter echoed, and the masquerade ball at Roverthhood shimmered like a trap wrapped in silk. Elara wears a black mask concealing everything except her eyes asGowns swirled around her and jewels flashed; she pulsed at the edge of the hall though she could be seen even in the shadows. She felt each and every stare. Alice holding a glass of wine flourished under that spotlight, she walked through the crowd in a gown that spilled like molten silver.

“Thinking is how people get themselves killed. Enjoy the Masquerade instead.” With that, he left. I held the fox mask to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Burned farmland. A reward. Killian’s rage. And here I was, hiding in the woods with rogues, pretending I was building a new life. Pretending I wasn’t still tangled in the ashes of the old one. By the time night fell fully, the Masquerade had begun. Lanterns glowed like suspended stars, dancers spun in circles of swirling colors, drums beat in joyous rebellion, and laughter filled the air as if grief didn’t exist at all.

Fara didn’t miss the decorations or the Turkish rugs, the velvet curtains, which covered hidden alcoves where couples could escape from the crowd. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. She wondered if she would happen upon Grant and if he would recognize her at the same time she realized it was him. That was the thing about masques. It was so easy to be mysterious, incognito. She shook her preoccupation away and joined her companions to partake in the meal. They made themselves comfortable in a group of chairs placed along the left side of the ballroom.

Expensive perfumes from various brands lingered in the air. Rose was stunned, surrounded by high-society guests. At the entrance, Aaron showed their RSVP invitation. The greeter then handed each of them a mask with a handle. Aaron and Rose exchanged confused looks. “What’s this?” Aaron asked. The greeter smiled widely. “It’s a masquerade theme, sir. You can see it on the invitation.” Aaron handed one of the masks to Rose. “Looks like my prayer was answered,” he joked. Rose simply smiled and placed the half-mask over her face. The sound of classical music flowing from inside made it feel like stepping into a royal era.

The Hollow Moon Court gleamed like a dangerous jewel that night. Chandeliers of black crystal hung from the high arches, casting fractured light across the sea of masks and gowns. Wolves, alphas, and nobles alike had gathered for the masquerade ball—each face hidden, each smile a lie.

Chapter One: Tempted vs Repelled The masquerade ball throbbed with low, insistent bass that vibrated through the marble floors and up into my bones. Crystal chandeliers overhead scattered fractured gold across velvet masks, silk gowns, and bare shoulders. My husband’s empire filled the grand hall—men in tailored black tuxedos, women dripping diamonds that caught the light like tiny blades. Laughter sliced through the air, sharp and calculated. I wore crimson satin that clung to every curve like a second skin, the fabric cool and slippery against my body. Feathers framed my eyes in delicate black; my lips were painted blood red.