Hopeless Masquerade Novels & Stories

“God….“ I whispered, my voice cracking with raw unfiltered pain. I swear… I'm the biggest fool in the world. How could I have expected that such a young and handsome Alpha would actually want anything to do with me other than being his plaything. I had dreamt too high for someone of my status. For someone whose family never even loved. My family doesn't love me nor want me. They think a weak female child is a waste of time while my elder brother, Silas got all the love and attention. My phone buzzed, the screen flashing Mira—my best friend and dorm mate. I answered the call with trembling hands. “Solara.“ Her excited voice echoed in my ears. “I just heard that the biggest masquerade ball is

I’d walked away, clenching and unclenching my fists as I went, fighting to remind myself that she owed me nothing. *** “You heard they’ve announced a fucking masquerade ball?!” Lars didn’t even try to hide the disdain from his tone as he stomped into my office. “So, people can hide in plain sight?” “Fucking stupid if you ask me. They think others won’t be spying on them? They think they’re the only ones who can wear a pretty mask? We should just go take them out Ras, they’re so dumb. Only a dumbass would think this is a good idea now!”

Nicklos pulled away from my body, unsheathing his sword and stoicly standing in front of me. "Oh calm down Nicklos. If you should be mad at anyone, be mad at her. She was stupid enough to play the hero. We all know what happens when we try and play the hero, right?" Another bone chilling familiar voice entered the clearing. He wore a black masquarade mask, covering everything but his creepy, smiling mouth. His posture, his build, it all seemed so familiar. I tried pulling myself to my feet, but Marquise kept a hand on my shoulder, keeping me down. "So, you lured her out to get to me. How pathetic of you." Nicklos replied dryly.

I looked stunning. “This one,” Verona said about a dark blue dress with gold trimmings that I tried on. “This is the one you’ll wear to the masquerade. We’ll find you a matching mask, and then you’ll be good to go. I was thinking of a mask to cover most of your face. What do you think?” I shrugged. “Sounds fine, I guess.” I stood in front of the mirror. I looked so different than what I was used to. The person staring back at me wasn’t me, and it was such a strange feeling. I felt like an imposter.

And deep down, beneath the denial and the fear, a dark, unwanted part of him was already counting down the days until that boardroom meeting. This is what Sophia has caused me. I don’t know how to find another replacement. Please come back, Sophia,he said to the empty room. This is my only wish. I’m scared I’m heading to the wrong part of life. The mask was cracking faster than either of them could control. And the real war was only just beginning.

In the days that followed, I found myself eagerly waiting for him to return. However, a whole week passed, and there was no sign of him. I felt disappointed, regretting not pulling off his mask when I had the chance. If I knew who he was, I wouldn’t be sitting here waiting, wondering. I could’ve gone looking for him myself. Just when I had convinced myself that he was never coming back, I heard the familiar sound of the door opening one Friday night. Excited, I jumped out of bed, ready to greet the masked man, but to my shock, it was Mark who walked in!

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

At last I looked up at him, and the tiny shred of hope I’d been holding onto in my heart dissipated. It was him. I had to accept it, seeing his pale eyes glinting with twisted humour, seeing his thick beard sticking out beneath his full-face mask, constructed entirely of bone. I didn’t doubt for a second that they were real bones, unlike the delicate, strangely pretty ones bound with ivy on Davin’s. My heart clenched, aching at the thought of the friends I was beginning to make and was surely about to lose. “Go to Hell,” I managed to whisper. My voice sounded nothing like my own, strained and slurred as it was.

“It’s a trap.” “Of course it’s a trap,” Amara replied calmly. “But it’s also an invitation. Men like him don’t send cards. They send bullets. If he’s asking us to dance, it means he wants something.” Dante glared at her. “And what if what he wants is your head on a pike?” She smirked. “Then he’ll have to earn it.” --- The Masquerade The ruins of San Benedetto loomed against the night sky, its crumbling arches lit by flickering torches. Centuries ago, it had been a monastery; now it was nothing but broken stone and haunted shadows, a fitting stage for devils and kings to meet.

Or maybe it was the fact that, for once, she didn’t feel entirely powerless. “Then what do you want, Dante?” He turned his head, eyes shadowed by the flicker of firelight. “To be free,” he said. Her breath caught at the unexpected honesty. Neither of them spoke after that. The storm outside had softened, but the storm between them still lingered—loud and full of unspoken things. Before she left, he said one last thing. “There’s a masquerade in two nights. Mafia from three cities will be here. Powerful men. Dangerous women. I want you present.”