Light Blue Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

I answered. "Okay" I just watched Gun walked until he reached the doorstep and went inside the house, I took a deep breath and smiled, I need to look that I'm not bothered in front of my friends. As I went inside the house I saw how it was decorated with blue and yellow balloons, there are also foods on the table. "Congratulations" Gun shouted and gave me a peck on the lips. "What's this?" I asked blankly. "Celebrations for your promotion," He said

Ball gowns are overrated for this kind of event, as I have known. “Come on, let me escort you to our destination.” The man, who wore a suit with a nightly shade of blue and a silver mask that somehow highlighted his well-sculpted cheekbones, pulled me into him, embracing my shoulders, and proceeded to walk across. I looked up above and saw the clouds began to gather in the sky. I remembered leaving the house with such warm weather that even this fully covered face of makeup could melt in just seconds. Yet now, as I look above, the beautiful shade of cocktail-blue began to darken into a Reaper’s shade of gravel-grey. There I saw large billows of clouds that looked somewhat of airy anvils drif

It kept my hands and my mind busy as I focused on the tasks and perfecting it to a T. Franklin is sitting in my rocking chair and hanging up on the wall is my two dress options. One a dark sapphire blue and the other is white with gold glitter throughout it. I know if I wear that one that it’ll make me shine when the light hits me. The urge to stay hidden in the shadows is strong that I reach for the blue one, but Franklin says, “That one has silver sparkles in it. Either way, you will shine. You are wearing a mask, try not to worry so much, Q.” I ask, “Which do you think I should wear?”

Their joint juices poured out of her as he got a piece of clothing to wipe her off. "That was mind-blowing." She whispered. "Thanks Rox." He kissed her forehead as her eyes fluttered close. He picked her up, carrying her up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. "She's starting to wake up." Maureen whispered to Teq and they hurriedly slipped a hole-less ski mask over Blue's head. It was basically a big breathable beanie. Under the mask, Blue's eyes fluttered open and she was met with utter darkness. She blinked a few times and could immediately sense her environment. She knew she was in a bright lit mode of transportation and she was on a mask.

When we finally pulled up to the towering gates of the Claw Bane pack’s house, I took a shaky breath, willing myself to stay calm. Beta Nathan stepped out first, opening the door for us, and I gathered the skirts of my dress as I followed Alpha Rowan onto the wide stone path leading up to the ballroom entrance. It was just as I had always remembered it. Alpha Rowan paused, reaching into his coat pocket, and handed me a delicate, intricate mask. Its silver edges gleamed in the moonlight, fine threads curling into the shapes of leaves and feathers. Relief washed over me as I realised—this was a masquerade. With the mask, I’d be hidden, anonymous. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

The invitation was clear: masks were mandatory, identities optional. My gown was a masterpiece of sin — deep midnight blue silk with a corseted bodice that pushed my breasts up dramatically and a flowing skirt with a high slit. A matching sapphire mask covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips and jaw exposed. Underneath, as always, I wore nothing. Alessandro, Matteo, and Luca looked devastating in tailored black tuxedos and matching dark masks that only accentuated their sharp jawlines and piercing hazel eyes.

"Anyone who'd rather not hear old stories is welcome to leave. Just tell the front desk my name, and they'll set you up with a complimentary bottle of premium red wine on me. Consider it my apology." "Can I pick it up after this is over?" Sebastian asked, raising his hand and clearly enjoying the chaos. I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course." That only made everyone even less willing to leave. After all, who didn't want to hear gossip about the former stars of the class?

Samantha and I both find dresses, shoes and accessories, including our masks. I buy an all black mask with rhinestones, beads and feathers. Samantha buys a white mask with lace and pearls. It's a black and white masquerade ball and we are going to look awesome. By the time we are finished it is dark outside and we figure it's time to get the guys. We don't even need to mink link them, we already know where they will be.

He picked a red mask. “The colour is–” “This is for you,” Sarang interrupted. “You always wear dull colours. Red is considered a lucky and rich colour.” Sarang slipped the mask onto Lucian’s face. It was shaped like an owl, adorned with rhinestones and feathers, cool against Lucian’s skin. Lucian studied his reflection, hands clasped behind him, giving a nod of approval. “Thank you.” Lucian said. Sarang grinned in victory. Lucian chose a blue mask and gently fastened it on Sarang’s face, his fingers caressed his cheeks as his dark eyes lingered.