Hopeless Masquerade Novels & Stories

She didn't say a single word. She had been abandoned by her husband and written off by her family in the same breath. Her image and her status had always been nothing more than a disguise. Without it, she was nothing. "Melissa, it's okay," Zachary said gently. "Those philistines only care about profit. They were holding you back. Losing them might actually be a good thing for you." It was the same routine he had used back in high school, always stepping in as the considerate savior.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

“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.

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

The moon was slowly disappearing and the mist of colorful clouds started to surround the vast skies It was phenomenal to witness and I was bewitched by the beautiful spectacle So what is this dreadful feeling overtaking my mind "Have I finally gone insane?" 'This isn't something that should happen...' "This is not normal...*gulp*" I mumbled But to my surprise, these people didn't even flinch at the sight of something so bizarre... What is up with these people?! They continued to drag me towards who knows what without saying anything It was odd They didn't say a thing to each other the whole time... Not when I screamed profanities, nor when I tried to escape from the man...

The power of truthfulness doesn’t come up easily to wreck vision of every individual who decided to cover themselves with a mask that no one could even familiarize and trace its own origin. And here’s the world of a dark mysterious land that means to only pursue vengeance after all the terrible encounter occurred right after betrayal comes in their way. Versailles coped itself to pave the way towards the most intimidating norm that everyone should’ve discipline themselves in order to continue to breathe with a peaceful dwelling place.

“That’s the most you’ll ever see, Chris. It’s pathetic how you’re always perving on me. You’re lucky I don’t tell your wife! What would Ashley think?” Later you go to the bathroom and jerk off, the vision of Daniella’s glorious fat ass still fresh in your brain. You need her sooooo bad! Weeks go by. You find yourself tormented by fantasies of fucking your wife’s friend. Then she gets invited to a masquerade party where everyone has to wear masks. You’ve heard that these parties can get pretty wild, and also that Daniella has developed a “reputation.” You come up with a simple plan. You’ll crash the party, wearing a mask so no-one can recognize you, then keep an eye on Daniella until she goes

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

his mouth quirks, a self-aware smile “—pull a Lucian and ambush you last minute. I’d like to ask you properly. Before anyone else tries to sweep you away.” For a moment I forget how to breathe. The masquerade: a swirl of candlelight and music under the ash-silver moon, the one night when masks let everyone play at being something other than what we are. I had imagined going with Loralie, safe in the anonymity of friendship. I never imagined Kai asking. “Yes,” I say, surprised at the steadiness of my voice. “I’d love to.” His shoulders ease, tension melting like frost. “Good. Because I’ve already made plans.”