Light Blue Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

“You know the drill. Twenty minutes, then we rinse.” While we waited for the bleach to set, Clara helped me unpack the dress that I would be wearing to the masquerade ball. It had arrived yesterday—a deep burgundy gown with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt, designed to be both elegant and understated. Nothing flashy that would draw too much attention, but beautiful enough to blend in with the high society crowd.

“The color of that dress suits you perfectly.” My cheeks flush with a rosy pink sort of hue, and I’m glad to have the mask covering my face. I glance down at the intricate lacework of my dark blue gown and the delicate Venetian mask that hides my identity. “Thank you,” I reply, my own voice barely more than a whisper as well. “You look handsome as well. I like your mask.” Karl chuckles, reaching up to touch the simple black mask covering half of his face. “You’re sure?” he asks. “I was worried it’s too simple.”

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Riona rememberd what he said, how could he be the alpha of the midnight pack when he is the exact opposite of what she had heard of him, she couldn't even hate him after hearing that from him especially since she has seen a soft side to him, one she guessed he had only for his people and her. Just then Riona's felt her hand touch something on her bed, she picked it up and brought it into view. Her mask? She was sure she left it behind, did Lia send it over? It had a note attached to it. For a minute she recalled her confession to Lennox as her hand stroked the mask. "Put it on now and don't take it off, " Riona whispered to herself, reading what was on the note. As instructed Riona put on th

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov “Will you please relax even for a moment?” Miracle said while we were walking inside the Cassiela Hotel where the party was being held. “And please fix your mask if you don’t want Jyn to know that you are already here.” It was a masquerade party and wearing a mask is required in our attire. And I chose a plain gold mask with butterfly wings on the side. I matched it to the red backless dress that I bought earlier in the mall.

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

Before, Julio said that his family was very poor, she figured the whole family tried so hard to give him the opportunity to study abroad, and naturally, they had high hopes for him. Also masks were considered part of the costume in tournaments, not disallowed. Aurora immediately picked up a piece of cardboard and cut it into an irregular shape, traveling like water. Then applied a layer of glue on top and spread fine blue crystals on top. Next, the shape was fixed with steel wire. In just five minutes, a blue mask was ready. Darla looked on in awe. Aurora’s design talent was just awesome. Of course what amazed her even more was how Julio looked with this mask on.

She turned and walked back to the table. From a bag, she pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. "Hold this," she said, handing my dad the dress. After he took it, Viv carefully removed the white paper, producing a stunning mask, decorated in glittering beads of lilac, teal, and fuchsia the same shades as several soft-looking feathers that protruded from one side. The beading around the eyes was black. "Mr. Henry said the party theme was a masked ball." She touched a delicate feather. "This mask is from Milan and cost more than most people make in a year."

Darren continued to explain as we looked at our masks. I haven’t been to many gatherings, but I doubt others would go so far as to provide custom masks. I glanced at the purple half-face mask Valter was given and the swirls of gold and black decorated it. I then looked at the more delicate purple eye mask in mine and Delilah’s hands with the gold details and purple stones to make a tiara effect. They are gorgeous, and I will keep mine forever, especially if I find my mate tonight. The Madonie pack house was lit up and decorated in rich purple, gold, and black to match the ball’s theme. As we exited the limo, Darren led Valter to the other entrance, where all the males gathered.