Masquerade Ball Invitations Novels & Stories

The whole house was lit up and made to look like we had gone back into time - early eighteenth century - to be exact. I looked through the slits of my mask at the number of people that bled into Alex's mansion. The women were bedecked in elaborate Victorian gowns, complete with full faced-masks that covered every part of their faces and made it extremely impossible to know who was who. The men wore colorful tops and trousers with capes. As they filed in, they were issued cards at the door, detailing the itinerary for the masquerade ball. I already knew what was in them and I sniggered to myself. Whoever planned it was either off her rockers or she had a twisted sense of humor.

"What is it?" He handed me a fancy looking card. Gold letters. Expensive paper. I opened it. It was an invitation. "A masquerade ball?" "Yeah. It's this Saturday. Some big charity event. A lot of investors and businessmen are going to be there. I think it would be good for you to go. Make some connections." I shook my head. "I don't know John. I'm not really in the mood for a party." "Come on. It'll be fun. When's the last time we went out together? Just the two of us?"

The lady nodded in response and they walked inside the club and sat down in a private room staring at a figure. ....... "King, do you need anything more?" The manager ask the man wearing a black tuxedo and exuding a charm aura that makes one shiver at thought. "No, I am fine. All the guests tonight are invited with invitations right." He asked striding his hand through his hairs. "Yes, it is a private masquerade ball party so we invite important personnel in the society." He explained. "Okay, can you find out someone identity with their invitation or you didn't give each person a special invitation." King asked.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I question, crossing my arms over my chest in annoyance. My dad gestures to two boxes that are sat on the coffee table, "These came in the mail." I raise an eyebrow and look at everyone with an emotionless look, "I was woken up because of the fucking mail?" "Look inside, boss." Favio says, his voice barely above a whisper. I walk closer and snatch the smaller box up first. When I open it, I see an invitation card and two masks. A black one and a white one. This is obviously the invitation for the masquerade ball that's coming up soon.

The pout having no sway with her. “You say that every year. It’s Masquerade. We can make you up, so no one knows who you are. Pretty please.” Em put her hands together in a begging motion. “I don’t have a dress. Sorry Em.” Ella apologised to Em, took a last sip of her coffee, and wiped her hands clean of any remaining chocolate slice. “Yes, you do.” As Em took the now empty coffee cups and rubbish. Placing them in a bin behind the long glass display counter.

Falling into my bed still fully dressed, I’m soon out as a light. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to this stupid masked ball.

Mason is aware that if anyone finds out about this place, then they’ll definitely find about his father and Adam cannot handle losing his father again. Mason opens the box and they both take a look inside. There were two fancy masks inside. A card was placed above the masks. Adam and Mason both look at each other. They were not expecting something like this. Adam takes out the card and reads it. “Congratulations! You’ve been invited to the ball of the year. You need to have a partner with you to attend this ball. These masks are exclusively made for the guests and anyone without it won’t be allowed to enter. Your presence is very much anticipated.”

Vivian and I agree with him completely. A plump bar-mistress walks around the tables holding a basket, handing out flyers. We take one each, reading them, and I exhale with relief, knowing we have just found our plan. I read the flyer out loud, which announces a masquerade ball will be held in Maia’s honour at West Wallow Castle tomorrow night. The ballroom will be filled with disguised guests in masks and different facial coverings. ‘This is it. This is our plan,’ I say, grinning and swigging my drink.

Masks required. My mother and Sofia were invited as well. I set the card down and looked at my man. “Anything else?” “No, sir. Just the invitation.” I nodded. “You can go.” He gave a slight bow before stepping out, closing the door behind him. I leaned against the desk, staring at the invitation for a moment longer. A masked ball. A masked ball. A night of luxury, mystery, and hidden intentions. I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. At least it would be a change from the usual chaos.