Hopeless Masquerade Novels & Stories

Only the three of them knew about it, but MK also knew. Because it's Mr. Hansom's birthday today, Claude is coming to the old house, so he couldn't come to pick me up. And the reason why MK wears a mask every day is actually because he's afraid of recognizing himself and losing control over me using the identity of MK. Everything that used to puzzle me now makes sense. Talking about helping me seek revenge was just a manipulation! "Nat, what's wrong with you?" Claude took two steps closer to me and asked, "You look pale, is something bothering you..."

He let out a chuckle, bobbing his head backward like I had just said something funny, and I stood there admiring his handsome features while looking confused. "You don’t have to worry about me," he says with a smirk. "I can very well take care of myself and whatever circumstances may arise." I scowled, crossing my hands over my chest. "I never said I was worried about you." "Sure, you weren’t." His smirks grows. "Besides, it’s a masquerade ball, which means we would all be wearing masks." "Oh...." I muttered. "Do you trust me enough to let me out of the house? What if I decide to run?"

I can’t afford it, I can not misuse this new life that has been bestowed upon me by the moon goddess and simply get myself dragged back into the hell I had managed to escape from all because I wanted to shake my butt and get a man. Salvatore is out there, he is probably looking for me in every crook and cranny, he’s simply waiting to get me in his grasp again and once he does, it will probably be my death because he is sure to break all that is left of me. I can not overdo this, I just can’t. “You are going this time and that’s it, no excuses because it’s a mask party so whatever or whoever it is that you are hiding from can’t recognize you, I will make absolute sure of that, just trust me.

Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did. His ways, characteristics, personalities, insecurities and his urge to win and control was absolutely disgusting and a bug turn off. Of course she looked past it ignoring the red flags. “Do you Victor Barnes take Reign Davis to have and hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?” the pastor asked. “I do,” Victor answered, smiling his perfect smile with his perfect thirty two white and shining.

I head in, careful not to wrinkle to beautiful dress in my hands. And with the curtain falling to a close behind me and I start to peel off my shirt, mindful not to press onto my wound. The bleeding has stopped but I am not taking any chances with it. I do not think I can afford to pay for the dress if I stain it. I smell cigarettes from beyond the curtain. Elena is smoking. “The masquerade party,” she begins with a drawl and my ears perk up, intent on catching every word that comes out of her mouth, “is not merely a party. It is a façade for the rich and powerful to mingle, to strike business deals and to carve out alliances.”

“Everything’s falling apart, and I don’t know what to do! David… Annette… everything…” He exhales sharply, as if my words burn him. “You shouldn’t be crying over them,” he says, softer this time, almost reluctantly. “Not over him, not over anyone but yourself. You’re letting them control you, and I… I won’t allow it.” I blink, trying to understand. “What… what do you mean?” His eyes soften just a fraction, the only sign he is human beneath the mask. “I mean… you’re mine, Lisa. You’re too important to be seen like this. Weak. Afraid. Helpless. I won’t watch it. Not again.”

“Council of Elders. A masquerade. Neutral territory.” My mouth fell open. “Wait… a real masquerade? Like masks and everything?” “Yes. Not a ball,” she added, already anticipating my excitement. “It’s not a party. It’s politics.” I exchanged a look with Liora, who raised an eyebrow. Politics meant long hours, fake smiles, and everyone pretending not to hate each other. Neutral gatherings were rare—and awkward. But the part my brain latched onto? Masquerade. That meant mystery. That meant dresses.

"I’ll come back. When I can stand beside you without hiding. When I can look you in the eye and know that what we have is real." "And until then, I’m supposed to pretend you didn’t mean anything to me?" She smiled sadly. "No. Just remember me kindly. That’s all I ask." They stood in silence, the garden swaying softly around them. "You know," Ethan said finally, trying to lighten the mood, "I always wondered if the mask was hiding some hideous deformity or if you were just trying to look mysterious." She laughed through her tears. "Maybe both. I do have a slightly crooked nose."

I could hear the self gratification and I looked in the mirror one final time. Every part of me looked different. The point of a masquerade was to not be seen as yourself and I hoped it was going to work far beyond the allure of a costume if only to save me from having to see his entire family once again. “You’re almost done.” I turned to see Dimitris, his costume a near compliment to mine. A black suit that shined with silver stars with a mask that was pure black dotted with gems. He was the night sky and I was those stars and moon that we were admiring tonight. Crossing the room Yvet moved to allow him to reach around me and fasten a silver chain woven as a net that started as a choker. Th

My escape from the tight coil of frustration and tension Dalton had wrapped around me all week. Walking back through the crowded mall, bags swinging, laughter spilling again, I felt lighter. My anger toward Dalton hadn’t disappeared, but it had shifted. It wasn’t just irritation anymore; it was a combustible mixture of defiance, excitement, and that spark of anticipation for a night where I could be completely myself, uninhibited and unapologetic. “Oh! I forgot to mention. It is a masquerade party, so I got you a mask. Only rule is that no matter what happens, you do not remove the mask. Club rules,” Lila stated with a shrug.