Hopeless Masquerade Novels & Stories

"How much do you still need?" "More than I'll ever have," Eve said quietly, securing the mask over her face. It covered everything from her forehead to her upper lip, transforming her into someone else. Someone mysterious. Someone desired. Someone who wasn't a twenty-three-year-old woman watching her only family die by inches. "Hey," Maya gripped her shoulder. "Don't give up. Something will come through. It always does." Eve wanted to believe her. But hope was a dangerous thing when you were drowning.

“In what world does it make sense to kill a child because of what an evil adult wants to do? That makes absolutely no sense! How can the victim be the one that gets killed?” I stood up and faced him. “I understand you quite well, but there are certain things that we cannot change, and this is one of them. The masquerades are created with a mission, to rid the world of anything that could destroy it. They do not understand nor care about right or wrong. They only go for the source that carries the risk. And in this case, it is Lumina,” I added quietly, my voice breaking. “To them, they are doing the right thing. They think they are doing all of us a favour. That is how they are wired,” I brea

Melisa couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “have you always been daft or you became daft after you got married to my husband?” “Husband?” Now Martina was more confused than ever, “what are you even talking about?” “She doesn’t know” Hardin gave a mocking laugh, “she has always been a delusional bitch, right?” He shoved Martina off with his index finger, “we have been married for ten whole years, Martina” Melisa told her with an evil smirk hovering over her face, “so technically you are the third wheel here” Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her.

There were male strippers as well, entertaining other men and women, depending on what the masked person wanted. Men and women in masks lounged in velvet chairs, eyes burning with the arrogance of gods. And around them, pleasure, vice, and power intertwined like smoke. Mr. Everhart turned to me, his eyes oddly soft. “Have fun,” he said. “There are no limits here. No names. No judgment. The rooms are upstairs.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he was already gone, absorbed by the crowd, every head bowing as he passed. For a moment, I stood there, rooted.

Not too far. Just enough to follow without being noticed. I had acted normal all day. Like nothing was wrong. Like I wasn't curious about the mask I found in her bathroom last night. Like I believed her silly excuse. I almost scoffed. “Costume party,” I muttered. Yeah right. That wasn’t just any mask. And she knew it. I knew it. And now— Whatever the hell this was? It just confirmed everything. Because that wasn’t all. All day… She had been off.

Akshara got on her feet placed the cage near her bed and marched with much frustration to the crystal room with a reply to Ruko, "My destiny beholds nothing but a tragedy." Akshara passed Ruko with a frowning face while Ruko grabbed the hands of Akshara and mentioned, “Don’t forget to wear a mask…” Akshara asked through her tightly sealed teeth, “What’s that for?” Ruko has worn a smile on her face and replied, “It’s a masquerade party” ******

“It only takes one failure for them to know something is going on.” Noah nodded in agreement. “You have a point, that is why I was suggesting earlier that we should get those files at the masquerade party. I planned for us to go there with a partner,” Noah said. “There is a reason why I want it done while we’re on the masquerade. The Casino lets anyone enter without showing their ID and without checking the guests’ identity for privacy purposes. Guests and regular customers needed to wear their mascaras for the entire party,” Noah explained.

The gold mask of the two covering their eyes until the nose emphasized their very fox like eyes and pointed nose, even with a cover, the Corden admits how handsome the young master is, but falling their glances to the woman beside him, they can already heave a sigh of disappointment. The media personnels was in awe by the two's visual despite wearing mask, they even cursed inside who decided to make the party a masquerade, that way stops them from knowing many hidden big shots. Marcus already realized how helpful it is to him to have this mask, his father must have requested it! As his accompany, Abby Hill went near him and decided to put her arm locked on his, together they ramped their fas

She ultimately drove me to depression, and I ended up taking my life. This time around, I wouldn't be so foolish! I calmly sat down, forcing myself to regain composure as I pointed to Aspen's veil on the floor. With a mocking tone, I said, "Aspen Miller, have you forgotten who you are? Do you really think you deserve to wear this wedding dress and pretend to be the future mistress of the Ford Group?"

His expression was cold as he snapped, "I only warned you not to touch Nora's things. It wasn't like I was asking you to strip on the spot. "The zipper broke, but the dress didn't even fall off. Did you really need to fake an episode? You embarrassed me in front of my family." Nora Spencer clung to Miles' arm, covering her nose as she said mockingly, "Leilani's convulsions were so convincing! If she joined the entertainment industry, she'd definitely be Oscar material." Miles let out a derisive laugh. "Her? She wouldn't even dare to show skin." Nora laughed so hard at Miles' statement that her whole body shook. She was wearing a silk slip dress, and her ample curves bounced with her laughter