Masquerade Ball Masks Novels & Stories

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.

Trent promised he'd take care of our transportation, to and fro. Tonight, I'm in a red, off shoulder, lace ball gown, which has an open back and from the way this dress makes my waist look tiny, I can tell men will be falling at my feet tonight. I also got myself a gold side butterfly Venetian mask that has red glitters and jewels. Roxy is in a black halter tulle ball gown, with an open back too, and her mask is a black Monsoon peacock Venetian Swarovski crystal one. Wren and Maeve both are in off shoulder ball gowns, with Wren's being as green as her beautiful eyes, and an emerald green and gold Venetian feather mask and Maeve's, a mixture of peach-gold and silver with a gold Venetian mask

HELENA’S POV I stared at the invitation on my phone to the masked ball, the same time Vivianna’s excited text trickled in. ”WHAT ARE YOU WEARING??” and I’m not exaggerating, her texts was in all caps. The masked ball had always a special occasion in Algreen Cove, like Halloween just that instead of costumes and trick or treating, we had a large ball party or something from the Victorian era and the only requirement to attend was a mask – an artfully crafted mask that provided the essence of the celebration.

At exactly 19:00 hours... a series of glass clinking sounds ranged through the whole luxurious decorated venue which indicates that the masquerade ball had officially begun. The whole area was filled with different mysterious personalities clad in their elegant tuxedos and fancy evening gowns with their own desired masks. Those men in their elegant tuxedos and masks were all looked like princes who had walked out from a famous fairytale book to search for their princesses in the ball. Clang!

His grip around the wine glass tightened slightly. In the next second, he saw the tall champagne tower in the center of the dance floor, and a glint flashed past his eyes. As night fell and the meal concluded, the waiters handed each guest a delicate mask. "Thank you all for attending our wedding. Up next is the masquerade ball we've prepared for everyone. Please put on your masks and move to the dance floor to enjoy this beautiful moment together!" "Do I look good in this?" Louie asked, already putting his mask on. "I just got a slicked-back hairstyle. It really brings out my charm, doesn't it? You'd better put yours on, too. The ball's about to start."

"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.

"What kind of a party is it? Or did you mean balls?" "Yes. Have you ever attended a masquerade ball? I was honored to get an invitation directly from the Prime Minister." He said. Obviously, I was aware of that. No matter how absurd my existence seemed in the human world, I hadn't been hiding out among the rocks the whole time. Attendees of a masquerade ball are expected to don elaborate costumes and masks in order to blend in with the theme of the event. These particular kinds of balls were familiar to me. You mean the father of your future bride, right?"

It was the annual Masquerade Ball , an exclusive charity event where the city’s elite shed their everyday identities for one decadent night of anonymity. Isabelle Moreau adjusted the delicate black lace mask over her eyes, her pulse fluttering with nervous excitement. At 31, she was the quiet, devoted wife of tech executive Nathan Moreau. She rarely attended events like this without him, but Nathan had been called away on urgent business and insisted she go. “Have fun for once,” he had said with a distracted kiss on her cheek. She felt exposed in her deep emerald gown. The silk hugged her full breasts and flared at her hips, with a daring slit that revealed one smooth, toned leg with every s

Paris. The Opera Garnier. It was the most exclusive event of the season. A Charity Masquerade Ball. Jackson and Serenity stepped out of a limousine. They were both wearing masks. Serenity wore a Venetian mask covered in silver feathers, matching her silver gown. Jackson wore a simple, terrifyingly sharp black phantom mask. "Remember," Jackson whispered, guiding her hand through the crowd of photographers. "We are here to observe. Not to start a war."

As her thoughts returned, she realized Shawn had appeared at her side, casually wiping a highball glass. “Why not find some fun after being cooped up on the island for so long?” He smiled, elegantly bowing in a gesture of invitation. “Ms. Sanders, there’s a masquerade ball tonight. Put on a mask, forget your troubles for a while. What do you say?” Mia wanted to refuse at first, but when she caught her own pale, haggard reflection in the mirror, then she nodded inexplicably. Perhaps, she really did need a little disguise and a brief moment to breathe.