Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

her racing out down before washing her face with hopes that the blush would disappear, before finally going back to the living room. "That we pretty intense. You should have seen yourself, you looked one you were about to pass out." Kelvin says as soon as they reach the house. "Those guys are really weird." Andrea said as soon as she sat down on the couch in the living room. Edward who went to get water for her replied, "As weird as a husband who wears a masquerade mask?" He asks and the both of the chuckle. Shortly after, they follow after the movers to their new homes even though Edward didn't see the need to.

The gold mask of the two covering their eyes until the nose emphasized their very fox like eyes and pointed nose, even with a cover, the Corden admits how handsome the young master is, but falling their glances to the woman beside him, they can already heave a sigh of disappointment. The media personnels was in awe by the two's visual despite wearing mask, they even cursed inside who decided to make the party a masquerade, that way stops them from knowing many hidden big shots. Marcus already realized how helpful it is to him to have this mask, his father must have requested it! As his accompany, Abby Hill went near him and decided to put her arm locked on his, together they ramped their fas

From the ones of anyone who would look at us, we were a couple who was madly in love with each other. I wasn’t even kidding. If anyone would see us, all dressed up, they would think that we were just a normal couple heading up for a formal party tonight. We were already wearing our masks. Underneath the flowy long ends of my gown, a small sharp knife was hidden underneath my stockings. We agreed not to carry guns just yet and planned to steal two guns from armed men that we saw once we finally got inside the masquerade party’s venue. And looking at Callan in his black well-fitted tuxedo, I couldn’t help but feel awed.

Tristan had a bit of a hard time getting off because he made sure that the clothes he and Skye were wearing wouldn’t get tangled. Looking at Tristan and Skye, they look like real father and son, even more so, and they are wearing the same clothes. “Wait.” I took my bag and the small backpack where my children’s extra things were. As a mother, I didn’t bring a purse bag because I had a few things with me that were for the children. Then I also took our masks, which were placed at the center table. The theme of the party is a masquerade. “Let’s go.” I said to the three as I approached them.

Fara didn’t miss the decorations or the Turkish rugs, the velvet curtains, which covered hidden alcoves where couples could escape from the crowd. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. She wondered if she would happen upon Grant and if he would recognize her at the same time she realized it was him. That was the thing about masques. It was so easy to be mysterious, incognito. She shook her preoccupation away and joined her companions to partake in the meal. They made themselves comfortable in a group of chairs placed along the left side of the ballroom.

"He looks very much like Gilbert Gardier, Jean's twin brother." And the dinner party was worse than Alexa had imagined, making her regret not taking the man's advice to go home. Twenty new guests had arrived in addition to the old ones. And these twenty people looked very conspicuous; besides being dressed in gothic style with shades of red and black, they all wore masquerade masks that covered the right side of their faces. And the most horrifying thing was their right eye, their eyeballs was not in the socket, instead there was a purple diamond stone in the socket, replacing the eyeballs. "Are you scared, new girl?" asked Eva, one of Alexa's colleagues.

"Look who's here. Is she your fiancé?" Adam walked towards me as he snaked his firm arm around my waist. Margarita gave us a playful smile and a bully look. "I want you to pick a delicate gown for her, Margarita. We'll be attending a masquerade party in three days." He said casually. "Mhmm. Perfecto!" She said, "Camila, Amer!" Two additional representatives went out from an entryway once more. Margarita and the two gays named Aaron and Rue assisted us in a group of gowns for formal events. My jaw clenched when I saw how beautiful and unique her work is!

She said, stepping out of Alonso's embrace. "You are?" Makris said, making the round. "You heard me, my darling." She said with a fake smile while also mimicking Laura's voice. His brow raised, giving her a steady look. She shrugged, and her smile increased. If he thought he had figured her out completely, he was a joker. If he only knew she did, Broadway shows as an actress in disguise. Maybe it was time. Markris learned she was not the one to toy with. "Very well then, my dear, let's do it." He said, his eyes never leaving her face. To an onlooker, they were the definition of a perfect couple. Aesthetic-wise, at least. No one would ever guess they had just entered into an unspoken competit

Plush velvet chairs were positioned in tiered semicircles around a central platform where a scene was already unfolding. A couple writhed together on a large bed; their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The woman straddled the man, her back arched as she moved with deliberate slowness, savoring each motion. They wore matching black masks that covered the upper halves of their faces, but nothing else concealed their bodies. Holy hell. Around them, perhaps a dozen masked observers sat in rapt attention. Some watched in contemplative silence while others whispered to companions beside them. One woman traced patterns on her partner's thigh as they observed together.

“She saw something.” Savannah’s chest tightened around an emotion she couldn’t name. Recognition. Longing. Fear. She had looked back. *** That night, under new identities as Mr. and Mrs. Corriveau, Savannah and Colton joined the masquerade—an invitation coded with wealth and corruption. Her dress shimmered like moonlight. His mask was black and gold, sharp as vengeance.