Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

It was the day of the masquerade ball, and I was standing at the edge of the gym watching all the couples dancing. Kam and Rose looked great in their Zelda and Link costumes, and I knew I looked fantastic in my dress. I managed to curl my hair and pin it up in a mockery of the wigs from the eighteenth century.

I adjust the collar of his tux and slowly draw my hands down the material as I move my face to the side of his head and whisper into his ear. "I'll think about it." I pull away to see his eyes flash with intent. It awakens something in me, something feral. We stay like this for a few more seconds before the sudden sound of loud cheering breaks the moment between us. Apparently, the lady of the night is making her way up the stairs. Dressed in a tullip golden ball gown that sweeps the floor. Her chest is exposed but her back is covered with a golden peacocks feathers which matches her golden Venice full face masquerade mask. Her hand is linked with her husband's hand who is dressed in a nice

At the new party location, there was a poster asking people to put in masks to avoid being identified in case police officers showed up. Vivian had her plan folded up her sleeves. She had earlier gone to Alice’s home on the pretext of preparing for the party and put on her cloth. It was something that she planned for a while. She was anxious to do it first but realized that life was so short and she should enjoy as must as she wanted. During the party, she approached Marcel wearing a mask with the name Alice. She looked the same as the real person. Trusting that it was the woman he loved as well as his libido already in his head, Marcel went with her to a room. Vivian refused to remove her m

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

“Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” In an instant, Duke Raziel grabbed her hand, and let her touch his face. He let her trail it on his cheeks. “Go on. Watch all you want. We’re now married, I’ll let you see it whenever you want to.” She felt an electric touch, her heart beating fast in excitement. His face was soft and masculine. She let her hands trail on his strong and sharp jaw, to his collarbones. “You’re really handsome….” She couldn’t help but comment, still gaping at the sight. “Why do you even wear a mask?”

Couples in elaborate masks twirled on the dance floor, creating a scene straight out of a fairytale. Marcus, dressed in his impeccable black suit, kept a protective arm around Vivienne as they entered the enchanting space. Her scarlet gown swirled with each step, and the mask she wore added an air of mystery to her allure. As they surveyed the festivities, Vivienne felt the fingers around her waist tighten with an almost palpable sense of possessiveness, and she bit back a smile. There was her protector, determined to keep her safe in this sea of unknown faces.

Isadora asked and this time when Darrian looked over, she was sitting on Eutychus’ lap, while they both sipped their drinks. “Let’s just say it's a wolf’s favourite thing.Ah, it now begins. ” Darrian explained and as he did, the lights on the casino floor changed, everything was dim for a second before the floor was cast in a luminous lighting, casting soft shadows all over. Minutes later, men and women, scantily dressed walked into the room, each with some sort of mask on their faces. “A Masquerade party?” Isadora asked a bit surprised but there was a hint of interest.

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.