Masquerade Birthday Party Novels & Stories

“Also, Dominique Voss won’t be the only fine man there. And it’s a masked party—meaning if you want to let go and have a little harmless fun, you can. No names, no strings, no regrets. Just mystery and maybe a little mischief.” She winks, grabbing the dress and mask from me and tucking them neatly back into the bag. “What’s the event even for?” I ask, leaning back against the couch. “For less privileged kids with asthma.” I blink. “Seriously?” “Dead serious.” “Wow… and here I thought Dominique was the last person who’d do something that selfless.” Monique tilts her head. “You think way too little of that man.” I exhale. “Yeah, maybe.”

“A real one. Music, dancing, lights. Something that makes us forget who we are for a few hours.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “You sound like you’re running away from problems.” “Maybe I am,” I admitted. “But for one night, I’m allowed to.” Sandra looked at her phone. “Fine… but if we’re doing this, it’s not going to be boring. No small lounge or basic club.” “What then?” I asked. She smirked. “I just remembered something. A masked party. Exclusive, no names, no questions. I saw it online a few weeks ago. Very private. No one knows who’s who until they choose to.”

he replied seriously to Amore. Amore suddenly touched what the man said. She didn't think it would say that. It turned out that what the man wanted was far from what she expected but his plan was complete. Liam is going to have a birthday party, unwillingly and willingly. "Are you okay? Why did your face suddenly turn serious? Is there something wrong with what I said Am?" "Hmm. Nothing but that's true? You're serious? But next week we'll prepare at least a little because we can't celebrate a birthday, so this time you should enjoy."

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.

The corner of his mouth curves. “I am sharing all my secret places with you, Hailey Randle.” “Why?” “Because…” “The masquerade has started.” Another guard shouts, drawing our attention. “When did Lozark plan for the masquerade?” “Every year on his birthday, he arranges a masquerade after the cake cutting. He likes people hiding behind masks.” “Let's go back.” As we step into the masquerade, the lights are dim, covering the floor with shimmer. Every face is behind a mask, unrecognizable. The pairs are slow dancing, matching the rhythm of the soft music aligning with the sound of heels and boots clicking against the marble floor.

"By the way... if you know something you can help me with, please offer it to me. I badly need your help right now, Lucile.” "Of course. No problem with that.” She still has a trailing gaze. "Pay me immediately, sis. That money will play important to my plan of buying my boyfriend a motorcycle, ‘kay?" “Fine, of course.” ***** Lucile amazed me with the place she chose to hold Audrey's birthday party. Usually, for Masquerade Parties, it is held indoors. But Lucile made a slight difference from the traditional; an outdoor party will be held. Visitors are required to wear a mask to enter. What's the point of a party theme if the guests don't follow the coding, right?

asks Hunter with a hesitant look on his face. “My eighteenth birthday is going to be a huge celebration. Many packs will be present as well as covens. So I decided to make it a masquerade ball so you two can attend and Allison too.” I don’t like the idea of so many people in attendance but the bright side is she is right. We can attend no problem. There will be so many scents no one will notice that we are masking ours. “That sounds wonderful angel. We’d be honored to attend.” “Good, colors are red and black. No in between,” she declares before winking a me and returning her attention to some decorations.

I smooth out the silk of my gown and put my mask on, a black velvet masquerade mask with pretty feathers and tiny, glittering gems stitched along its edges. Tonight, we're attending Sabrina's masquerade birthday gala at the Windsor Estate in the Upper East Side. Lucas is throwing what is probably the grandest birthday party this year that New York city has witnessed in decades. My stylist, Ruese, whom I owe an endless thanks for turning me into a work of art, hands me a pair of chandelier earrings. I put them on, slip on my gold stilettos and grab my clutch. “The limo is ready, ma'am,” Max announces, his hand extended, helping me with my faux fur before leading me out.

However, my breath caught when I opened the thick paper and broke the seal. “You have been invited to a private masquerade party. At 9 p.m. on Saturday night. The Manor of Crimson. Put on black. Put on your mask. Get rid of your limitations.” That was all. No signature, no specifics. That enticing promise alone. I was unable to stop thinking about it for three nights. Masquerade. There was a sense of mystery and eroticism in the term itself. I imagined sparkling chandeliers, Venetian masks, and strangers touching without really knowing who they were touching.

Maskaradë Albanian for Masquerade. Adrienne kept herself busy by helping to organize her mother’s victory party, aka, ‘Adrienne’s Introduction to Society’. She didn’t like that bit, but her mother thought she deserved it. Her mother promised to do it subtly. No speeches, special mentions or any form of acknowledgement whatsoever. Adrienne insisted on taking care of the venue, the decorations, the catering and the program. Her mother’s assistant, Maryse took care of all the invitations and RSVPs. Most of the people on the guest list were French and Adrienne couldn’t speak French to save her life.