Masquerade Ball Masks Novels & Stories

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.

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

If you decided to come to the party, I'm going to wear a blue cashmere suit and Roman Greek Mythological Venetian Mask," he said and winked at her. Edward wants her to easily identify him, so he told her what he would be wearing. A masquerade ball is a big event; everybody will wear a mask. It would be difficult for Ella to recognize anyone if she doesn't know what they will be wearing before the event. It is like finding a needle in a haystack.

he said, loud enough for everyone, “a ball is coming. A special night. And my precious doves will be the jewels of it.” A murmur rippled through us, nervous and unsure. “A ball?” one girl whispered. “Yes, yes,” he continued, enjoying himself. “Music, wine, masks. Oh, the masks…” His grin grew, his teeth flashing. “You will all wear them. Golden, silver, glittering masks. But…” He stopped, tilting his head like a predator. “If anyone is foolish enough to remove their mask, to show their face, then…” He paused for too long. Everyone leaned back, hearts pounding.

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.

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.

"I have something else to do. Go on and enjoy yourself." Then, he walked off without even looking back. … Miranda stared at the fox mask she was holding. The carving and artisanship in its design were intricate. Even the eyes looked very much alive. "Where did you get this? It's quite pretty." Miranda looked at Winter curiously. She tried it on. It only covered the upper half of her face. Surprisingly, it blended in well with the lower half of her face. It was as though they were one. "The hotel's organizing a masquerade ball at 8:00 pm. Those who attend are required to wear masks. I purposely chose a fox design for you. Isn't it pretty?"

And the dress is the only thing I can give her as a token of love and appreciation. "Cinn, we only have five hours left until the ball starts." "Yeah. So? I will wear one of these dresses." I point towards the evening gowns laying down on the floor. Even though there is nothing special in them, I will style myself well. But there is another problem. Masks! It turned out to be a masquerade ball. Someone gave the idea while I was absent and crying in my room that it should be a theme ball and what better than masks? So, now, even if I put my life on my makeup, Tristian won't be able to get a glimpse of my face. No face, no melting of heart. I have to work with the magic of my words, which as f

The masquerade ball was in full swing and everyone was so engrossed in the evening that they probably couldn’t have imagined what was going to happen. Josh stepped onto the balcony of the ballroom, which was draped in blood-red velvet and gold. He was now putting on his mask which was shaped like a fox, his eyes glinting with amusement. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her, his centerpiece. Clank!clank!clank!!! Silence followed and everyone now had their attention on Josh, including her. Let the games begin…

Samantha and I both find dresses, shoes and accessories, including our masks. I buy an all black mask with rhinestones, beads and feathers. Samantha buys a white mask with lace and pearls. It's a black and white masquerade ball and we are going to look awesome. By the time we are finished it is dark outside and we figure it's time to get the guys. We don't even need to mink link them, we already know where they will be.