Light Blue Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

“But now you have me a little worried about the possibility of weird people hidden behind all this sophistication. “With how beautiful you look all sorts of people are going to flock around you either way,” she chuckled motioning to myself. In all honestly I had to agree with her. The dress that she had brought me had been a beautiful royal blue. The material soft as silk with beads and laces sewn to the hem and a bodice that framed my breast and then rounded around my neck in a halter. The back was completely bare but covered by my long hair curled with a braided crown put together with pearl pins. The mask was a butterfly shaped blue and black with pearls stuck to it. The material shining

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

Even with the mask I could see how gorgeous she was. The mask she chose to pair with her dress was a Luna full face mask. The mask had a white & gold base dripping with Swarovski Crystals which has been delicately decorated with a gold & white swirling glitter design. She was decked in gold from head to toe and it suited her, she seemed so regal. On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos.

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.

If I’ve just poked something dangerous. Then her lips curve into a smile. “Very well,” she says lightly. She scans the trays, fingers hovering before she selects a dark red mask that perfectly matches her maroon gown. Bronze reaches for a brown mask beside it, slipping it into his hand without hesitation. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. If there was something wrong with them, she wouldn’t have gone first. At least, I hope not. I step forward and choose a silver mask adorned with a soft blue feather, the colors echoing my gown. Alex follows, picking up a sleek black mask.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You, my love, will die. You smile with sparks, Heal with a touch, But cut with the sword. I love you but, You are just a masquerade. Andre squeezed his hand tighter against the whiskey glass. It would crush in his hand with just a little more force. He bit his lip hard before taking another gulp down. A drink should ease the pain—they say—but it doesn't. A gulp should drown the pain further into profound depths but it doesn't. Rather, he recounted all his aches down till the break. The accident, the rejections. His eyes stung from the tears he fought. Trying to hold his visible pain from the further display, gradually became more of a Herculean task. Red blaz

ADELINA'S POV My heart was racing and pounding against my rib cage. Viktor stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He reached out for his breast pocket and finally pulled out a blue mask which matched his suit. A mask, "Is this a mask ball?" I asked. "Yeah, I almost forgot." Viktor chimed before pulling out a light blue mask decorated with silver and small gemstones, contrasting his royal blue mask decorated with gold lines. My brows furrowed, the others we walked past didn't have a mask on or would they put it on before stepping into the room.

I gestured vaguely at my face and my bruised arms. He only smiled at my complaints. "It’s a masquerade, babe," he said, crossing the room in two strides and dropping a white garment bag onto the bed. Curiosity prickled through the ache. I unzipped the bag, and inside lay a gown. It was a soft wash of midnight blue silk that shimmered when the light touched it. The bodice was structured but delicate, tiny beads stitched along the sweetheart neckline like stars scattered across a night sky. The skirt flared gently, enough to move with me without weighing me down. And a matching mask, edged with silver filigree, hung from one of the satin straps.

All of us already had a dress in mind so we didn't really have a hard time choosing. Now that we were done with the dresses, it's time to look for masquerade masks to go along with it. The four of us scattered around the shop as we browsed through their collection of masks. I had already picked out a few that caught my eyes which were on display and asked the lady if I could take a look at them up close. She was nice about it and obliged with my request. She arranged the masks neatly up front for me to see. I picked it up one by one and examined it. The dress I chose was a lavender colored one, so I wanted a white or possibly a silver toned mask to go along with it. Gold would probably be a

As another light breeze wafts his mouth-watering cologne over to me, I turn my head to the side, meeting his eyes. And wow! My breath feels like stuck in the top of my throat, as I look directly into his deep blue eyes. Their color might be enhanced by his dark grey mask with black embellishments, but wow. He flashes me a gorgeous smile, looking like he has been waiting all his life for me to look at him. “Hey.” “Hi.”