Masquerade Ball Masks Novels & Stories

I could hear Ava’s loud laughter from her place near the back of the line, obviously wanting to be the last girl in because she thought that would make the best impression. I wore a mask that covered the upper half of my face, beaded in the same crystal material as the borrowed dress I wore. I was glad that all of us girls did wear masks, as it was a masquerade ball. I didn’t want Alpha Elijah to recognize me immediately, especially when his impression of me had been less than favorable. After all, he was the judge of this beauty contest, and I had my sights set on winning that prize money. The prize money would allow me to pay off my debt, maybe even hire a private investigator to search fo

The masquerade ball had been on Alex's list for four months. It is a charity commitment he made before his opposition became stronger. If he canceled it without a valid reason, it would signal weakness,, so he gave out invitations. They went. Lillian dressed in a black floo-lengthh gown that hugged her skin, a blackmask,k and a diamond necklace that costs a lot more than the price of a mansion. Alex dressed ina blackk suit with a mask that lasted only four minutes after entering the room before he pulled it off and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

He asked me. I shook my head. “It’s not important,” I said as I opened the red box. Inside was a beautiful masquerade mask. It was simple and pearl white on the right side. And on the other side, it looked like a butterfly. It was elegant and extravagant at the same time. “Put it on little one.” He said while putting on a mask that matched his black suit. “Thank you, Godric. This is all too nice.” We hugged one last time before dispersing from the small waiting room and into the grand ballroom.

I wasn’t alone in this fight anymore. “Enough of that depressing talk,” he said, squeezing my hand gently. “We have a ball to attend tonight.” “A ball?” I blinked, completely thrown off guard. A ball? Seriously? He grinned. “A masquerade ball. I got an invitation. And you’re coming with me.” “What? No way!” I protested, shaking my head. “I can’t go to a ball. It’s too risky. Someone might recognize me.” He rolled his eyes. “That’s the point of the masks, no one will see your face talk more of recognizing you. Besides, it’s the perfect opportunity for you to leave the Estate. You’ve been desperate to that.”

KATE’S POV The theme for the Mate-ball was ‘Glitter & Gloom.’ But since It was also going to be a masquerade party, everyone was going to be in half-faced masks. I had to say, Jane was right, this ball might just be the event of the season. “So, which mask do you think would go?” she questioned, staring between the elegant grey mask, and the black one, beautifully designed with feathers. “I think the black is really pretty,” I said truthfully.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

No matter how pretty the dress Eve loaned me is or how sparkly the shoes she made me wear, I’d still choose a simple celebration for my loved one’s birthday. “Care for a dance, beautiful?” Devin spoke behind me as I watched the party take place from the balcony. Have I told you that this was a masquerade ball? Yes, it is. Devin was wearing a black suit tailored with golden edging that gave him a prince charming appeal. His hair was brushed back and his black mask only made his blue eyes stand out. “Only for you, my prince,” I played along with him. Besides, I was wearing a princess blue ball gown with a matching tiara. My gold butterfly mask was a match with all the accessories Eve made me w

Lucas takes my hand the moment we step out of his dark Limousine. A thousand lights flash in our faces and it took me back to the night of the Rivera ball. The carpet is red and as we walk up the stairs, I see many people in their masks, one even has on a peacock mask and it makes me giggle. A mask ball is like a mature version of kids playing hide and seek. I'm wearing a golden satin gown. The length of it is to my high heels shoes, my hair is parked in a stylish bun by a very expensive hairdresser, Lucas called in. Turns out, he hasa Manor here in New York. A lot bigger that the mansion in Seattle.

But she vowed, as she slipped into it hours later, that surrender would never belong to her. The masquerade ball unfolded like a nightmare dipped in gold. Bianca descended the marble staircase of Matteo’s villa, the gown hugging her like a second skin, the mask hiding half her face but not her trembling. Candlelight gleamed off crystal chandeliers, spilling across a sea of velvet, satin, and jewels. Men in tailored suits. Women in gowns heavy enough to crush bone. Every face hidden behind painted masks, every smile sharpened like teeth. She felt them all watching her.

“What the fuck is that?” “What?” Brows knitted together, he looked down at his attire. He was in an all-black high-waisted pants and a see-through long-sleeve top with a very large bow cinched on the collar. He matched this with black leather shoes and a huge teardrop earring dangling from his left ear. “Didn’t you get the memo that this was a masquerade ball?” he raised a gold mask, a naughty smirk on his lips.