Light Blue Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

She wore a fox mask adorned with red feathers, revealing a cunning smile and dark brown eyes that blazed with a playful fire. Kline looked beautiful and mysterious in a midnight blue silk long dress that flowed with her every movement. She wore a moth mask adorned with blue crystals, revealing blue eyes that looked calm but held a captivating sadness. And Lalisa… that night she was the brightest star. She was in a pure white strapless long dress adorned with pearls and lace. It made her look like a beautiful and fragile swan princess. She wore a white swan mask adorned with soft feathers, revealing only her full lips and large, round eyes that sparkled with nervousness and excitement.

Marcello’s eyes widen, his body instinctively recoiling despite the restraints. “Let’s make sure you never forget who owns you,” I sneer, pressing the searing tip of the poker against his chest. He thrashes violently, but a guard pins him in place as I carve the De Luca crest into his skin. The hiss of flesh burning beneath the metal mingles with his guttural cries, the acrid stench nearly overwhelming. When I pull the poker away, the symbol is clear, raw, and blistered. “Now there’s no doubt about who you belong to,” I say, leaning down to meet his tear-streaked gaze.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c

Said Kariya with a smirk. “And you don’t?” asked Dream Chaser. “It’s a possibility, but I’m not worried and neither should you.” Said Kariya turning and walking away to go change. “You guys ready to go?” asked one of the guards. “We are said Kariya after paying for the suit. The pairs then had to go get their masques for the ball. The group then went Oceana to get their masques. Moira picked out a white and gold masque whereas Kariya got a black and gold masque. They were now ready for the ball.

I picked it up expecting this was what Serena had chosen for me and tried it on. Black with a touch of blue coated the mask’s outer layer. Shaped like a wolf’s head, it had rhinestones and luminous beads along the forehead and around the eyes. It fit my face pretty well; properly able to breathe and see all around me despite the limited eye holes. The double doors then opened, but not one sound of a trumpet heralded my presence. I was incognito. Inside, guests were also wearing their masks in different colors and designs. They were crowded in the dance floor and in the tables available in every corner of the hall. Music was playing to enliven the mood and there was already wine and starters

Layla was visibly trembling by the time they got to the large doors that led to the ballroom. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and kept telling herself that everything would be fine. She knew Riven would never leave her side. It was a mask party after all. All she had to do was leave her mask on through out the entire party. She would be fine. Riven squeezed her hand gently and turned her to face him. "You will need this",he said softly and held up a silver mask with intricate designs and white fur on the sides. "I know I said you will choose your own mask, but I hope you like this one"

Imogene Scott The dress I picked for the masquerade is pink, with spaghetti straps and a skirt that stops at mid-thigh, showing off my legs. My wig is long, wavy and pink as well. I seriously adore how the colors go together for me. I’m pretty sure no one will be able to recognize me with the pearlescent white mask I’m wearing. It has tiny feathers and cubic zirconia around the edges. As I stand by the champagne tower—which is just a statue of a champagne cup with water overflowing out of it like a fountain, I take a quick picture of it. The lights on the sandy beach are dimmed for ambiance—or maybe they’re trying to conserve electricity. Who the hell knows?

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face