Masquerade Ball Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

He cannot help but look at her transfixed and unconsciously blurted out, "You are ethereal!!" Both he and Nezeira was shocked. Yihan was taken aback and embarrassed and Nezeira felt a jab in her heart. The tone was something she heard four hundred years ago. It was too familiar to miss. Yihan awkward by his own babbling forgot the purpose of taunting Nezeira out of anger and left hurriedly. Nezeira stood watching him leave. Suddenly she remembered that there is a masquerade ball tonight. Nezeira has been away from all the womanly things for about four hundred years now. So she dressed up in her latex pants, high heel boots, and a high neck body hugging top with a black leather jacket. Nothin

He bowed and ushered them in. In his mind he mocked them gravely. Who were they kidding with "the future Mrs. Hills"? The woman that had come in alongside the overbearing man was in every way his favorite. If this one got the title she would probably taint it, after all, he had seen her movies. The family of three – mother, son and fiancee – were so tacky with their mask removal. They hadn't put it on once. The theme of the event was "masquerade ball", and yet they kept their faces completely bare like attention seekers.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

Their alcohol levels were high as well, and Clara was careful to sip at it slowly, although the addictive taste and aroma seduced her to have more. In addition to that, the instructions had stated that everyone was to wear a ball mask, which both the patrons, performers and servers adhered to. She had chosen a black masquerade mask made with flirty lace material to conceal a good part of her face, leaving only her lips and the lower part of her pointed nose bare. Her green eyes shone like those of a cat under the dark lights, attracting different heads which turned to her direction.

Something’s not right, I can feel it but I just don’t know what and it’s driving me nuts, I can hardly focus on my tasks for the day, I keep checking in on Maxi who basically told me to stop bothering her when I mindlinked and called her for the twelfth time in four hours, so I had to resort to checking in on her through Amanda, who obviously can’t express her displeasure with me if she has any as her Alpha and King. I finally break off and head back to my chambers to have a shower and get ready as my Queen is on the way back to do the same, I want to be ready and out before she gets back so I can take her in when she’s completely dressed and descends the stairs to meet me. This year, the ba

The evening of the charity gala had finally arrived, and the grand ballroom was bathed in a warm, golden light. Sarah stood in the center of the room, surveying the decorations with a sense of pride. The masquerade ball theme, conceived by Nicholas, was brought to life with intricate masks, lavish candelabras, and a sea of black and gold balloons. The black tie optional dress code, also Nicholas' idea, would ensure a sophisticated and elegant atmosphere, perfect for the high-society guests who would be attending.

“For heaven’s sake, Jared?!” “It’s a masquerade ball, Al- Declan,” he stopped himself before calling me alpha. Face pruning, I snatched the glittering mask and put it on. The guards patiently waited before opening the door. Classical music instantly spilled through the hallway, the vibrant glow from the penthouse blinding me. “This is the worst night of my life,” I grumbled, walking through the door. Citrus, lavenders, and violets, with notes of alcohol and burning wax, instantly engulfed me.

Nothing flashy that would draw too much attention, but beautiful enough to blend in with the high society crowd. Beside it sat the mask I’d be wearing. It was a simple black design that would cover the top half of my face, adorned with small crystals along the edges. Between the mask, the perfume to disguise my scent, and my blonde hair and brown eyes, I should be able to move through the ball undetected. At least, that was the plan. “Nervous?” Clara asked, noticing my expression as I stared at the dress. “Terrified,” I admitted ruefully. “I haven’t left Silvermist in five years. What if something goes wrong? What if someone recognizes me? What if my father—”

If she genuinely likes her mate, if that warmth is real, then why is she causing so much trouble for him? Mallory glances over her shoulder and lifts her hand in a graceful gesture. Two women immediately step forward, approaching Alex and me with large trays wrapped in rich red velvet. Several masks lie arranged on top, each one a different color and design, polished and ornate. “A little surprise,” Mallory announces smoothly. “It’s a masked ball.”

"I got us tickets to the Crimson Masquerade next Friday. Costumes, dancing, dramatic lights, vampires, forbidden lovers — all the dramatic things you love. I have something I want to share with you first, before anyone else. Figured this would be the right place to tell you. Love, L." Two tickets were attached. A real masquerade ball. An exclusive one. The kind I’d dreamed of since I was a kid. I squealed and called him immediately, but it went to voicemail. I texted him instead, threw off my covers, and sprinted to Maya’s room. "Maya!" She jolted upright, clutching her blanket. "What the hell—"