Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

, I would beg for his mercy, I would apologize repeatedly until his anger was quenched satisfyingly. Giggles and laughter from the pool convinced me to plop on the couch against the window and watched the ladies sporting their bikinis and masks covering half of their faces walk around with a cocktail in their hands. The men watched them with interest and lust in their eyes, several of them already had their mates and flings on their lap, and the others mingled with the unmated ones. The masquerade theme of the party made it more mysterious and thrilling to the guests.

Cold seeped through my hair, into my skull, a chill that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the shape of the future unfolding. The Masquerade. Every year, the Academy's elite hid their faces behind silk and enchanted gold. Every year, sins were committed behind masks that would be politely forgotten come dawn. It was the pinnacle of social theater - a night where identity dissolved and only power remained. It was also, I realized, the perfect place for a public execution dressed as a rescue.

MASQUERADE PARTY **Third Person POV** After being meticulously styled by two staff of Feurene's elite glam team, she was finally ready to make her way to the Grand Hall of a luxurious hotel. Snow wore a stunning black evening gown, adorned with intricate champagne-colored beadwork that shimmered under the light. Her face was partially hidden behind a delicate Venetian lace metal mask, its dark hue accentuating the mysterious allure of the event. Though her heart pounded with nerves, she took a deep breath, willing herself to stay composed. Tonight, she could not afford any missteps not with the influential guests in attendance, and certainly not with the prestigious Sylvestre family hosting

Okay, let's go out for shopping! From the moment they stepped out, they started being monitored; they knew that every person there wearing regular clothes was a security guard. "Look at how incredible this disguise is." Gaby murmured, noticing a man with a dog casually following them. "Yes, even the dog isn't real." Jayden whispered. "Husband..." She sighed playfully like a kitten while putting her arm around Jayden's waist, pulling him close. "What are you doing?" He asked, stiffening. "We have to pretend; we're a perfect couple." She replied, kissing his cheek.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

However, it wasn't just these opulent elements that caught one's attention. Inside the ballroom, clusters of good-looking individuals were adorned in clothing, jewelry, and accessories that collectively amounted to millions of dollars. The women's adornments–earrings, necklaces, bracelets, tiaras, and rings–radiated a brilliance even more dazzling than the room's luminosity. A mere glance inside revealed that this was a gathering of the most influential, affluent, and powerful persons. Naturally in keeping with the masquerade theme, each attendee, male and female, concealed a portion or the entirety of their face behind a mask, adding a layer of enigma to the already mysterious identities of

The stranger’s words still echoed in my ears like a dark promise: “Because I can smell how wet you already are.” I stood frozen on the rooftop terrace, champagne flute trembling slightly in my grip. The golden mask suddenly felt too tight against my flushed cheeks. Around us, the masquerade pulsed with uninhibited lust. Soft moans drifted on the warm night breeze as bodies moved in elegant, shameless tangles. A few feet away, a woman in a peacock mask was on her knees between two men, her head bobbing rhythmically while they shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss above her.

The mask did not cover our full face but it covers half. The ladies were non-stop giggling and chatting while everyone was obviously thrilled about how thing will turn out. Because under the dim light, you cannot identify your partner. You have to dance with the one you met on the floor. Some of the maids came toward their table and open the golden and silver mask. Which was for the royal family. Rean took the mask for himself and Anna. He helped his wife wear it. Jayden smirk at Rean and Michale . "Let's see how well you handle your wife dancing with other men. Rose just scoffed. But Anna looked at Rean with worry.

“Can I have my money, please?” They laughed, “Imagine me owing you. How much is it? 5k? 10? Just name it.” he said, “You know what, don’t be a party pooper, join us. There`s a mask party we are going to later, you don’t want to miss it, especially after what you`ve been going through.” Later at night, we went to this mask party. The rules of the party were simple, you don’t come with your partner as you`ll get a partner there with the same mask as yours inside. I was given a green mask while the Cruel-man got a blue one.