Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

She pointed out holding out a big black mask. "Is it a masquerade?" She asked with one brow lifted up. "Well, I guess." I threw the arm length gloves at her and she caught them, "Do you know what happens in those parties?" She placed them down and stared right into my eyeball. "What?" "Orgies. Those rich fellas have sex all around the floor with rich wives and they cuckold each other in there. The president is holding the billionaire's wife and the wife is holding the bachelor. It's a mess." She explained throwing her hands around. I placed the silky dress back in the box and looked at her with thinned eyes,

Why did someone have to appear at such a time? Beatrice, ever so kind, extended her hand for a handshake and approached her. Mrs. Davidson explained that the masquerade was meant to allow everyone to forget their identities and break down barriers, enabling more free-flowing conversations. Beatrice greeted her warmly, “Hello, your mask is very beautiful.” Candice smiled and replied casually, “Thank you. Would you like me to help you pick a mask?” Beatrice eagerly agreed, “That would be wonderful. You youngsters always have better taste than us.”

At this time, the big screen showed the prizes and the rules of the game. "Our game has to be played in pairs. Winning this game does not only depend on your brain but also on physical strength. Therefore, the pair should be one man and one woman. Of course, single men and women don’t have to be upset because it doesn't have to be a couple. Our theme is 'Masquerade', hence a total of fifty pairs of masks are provided. If you want to participate in the event, you can choose a pair for couples, or you can have a pair for men and women if you have a match. Paired masks are available in the first and second boxes. If you want to try your luck and depend on fate, the masks for men are in the thir

DRESS-CODE, ALL WHITE WITH YOUR MASQUERADE MASK, SEE YOU AT 8 PM”, the card read. “Wow, a party? That sounds like fun, I need to order a white dress”, Bethany said. At 8 pm. the couple were all set for the party. “You look beautiful”, Levi said as he pays compliments to his lady. “Thank you, babe,”, she responds as he takes her hand and leads her slowly out of the room. The two followed the directions contained in the invitation, and in a short while they arrived at the party. Several people attended, all wearing masks as such, it was difficult to recognize anyone. A few minutes after they arrived, the host of the party came up, addressed the attendees, and also especially welcomed everyone.

No, not really. I deliberately selected a mask from the tray, my heart rate accelerating. The mask featured silk and gold accents, with soft ribbons, offering a sense of anonymity. A masquerade can imply a lack of accountability, as it often involves power without individual recognition. With hidden faces, intentions may be perceived as unrestrained. Of course he would be here. This is exactly his kind of stage, isn't it? He had arrived in public places, open and claiming, and this place… Damn it!

Her heels already ached. Everyone in the room shimmered. The women wore diamonds like skin. The men—every one of them tall, clean-jawed, dangerous—wore masks that looked like power in velvet form. And she had never felt more alone in her life. She’d only come because one of her student’s parents had insisted, said it would be “good exposure,” and “for a good cause.” A charity masquerade hosted by Volkov Industries. The champagne was free. The judgment was not.

Their masks reveal parts of their face but underneath them, it is alarmingly clear that the five men are devilishly handsome. Stella’s hazel eyes stare at Clara from behind her mask with a look of distaste. By changing her return ball into a masquerade, she is able to keep her identity a secret from those who know her and from the people who don’t. She looks Clara up and down, shifting her weight to her back foot. Clara’s face goes red, matching the shade of her ruby lipstick. She turns her gaze away, the champagne glass tilting in her hand. She scans the nearby area and notices Adrian standing to the side.

I looked from the daring slit to the elegant neckline to the woman who still didn’t fully understand the power she held over me. “I can show you,” I said, pointing my thumb toward the bed with a wicked grin. She burst out laughing and slapped my arm. “Behave. We have a ball from hell to attend.” I helped her with her mask just to test it out— a delicate silver and lavender piece that matched the dress — then put on my own simple black one. Standing there in front of the mirror together, we looked like the perfect power couple. Dangerous. Elegant. Untouchable. But I knew better. Behind the masks and the fake belly, we were walking straight into Reginald’s arena. Penelope would likely be there

Ironically, the theme was a masquerade themed party in an open garden where no one would know who's the other person, without introducing one another or removing their mask. Ravine was laughing internally when she swam through the section of people as well as the man trailing behind her. Jasmine watches the two walk around while becoming utterly unrecognizable as she chuckles at their goofiness. The half mask around her eyes covered 90% of her features. Aaron and her were serving themselves some food while fetching some more for their friends. "Thanks buddy." "Thanks babe!" The groom and the bride were given plates full of souvenirs each so they could have some food before the ceremony began

"How is that possible? This place is crawling with your people," Debra said, taking a couple of steps forward. She caught a glimpse of a black car about 100 meters away. It was Marion, and she felt reassured. According to the tradition, Drake put a masquerade mask on Debra and wore a half mask on his face. Debra braced herself as they entered the gala. She had been to one such event before, so she wasn't as shocked this time.