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.

"My dearest nephew, how have you been? An excited voice said in the other line. That voice. It was so familiar, but that's impossible, he thought to himself. "Dr. Zen Yu, I hope you realized that using other people's voices to call me is considered rude. What you're doing is called phishing, you fool," He said to the caller, obviously pissed and ready to attack him. "AHAHAHAHAHA, you never change, do you, huh? Still angry at this person?" Dr. Zen Yu asked smugly and his voice filled with amusement

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

"Uncle Gusting, are you tired? Come on—I made a delicious lunch, you two will love it." "Wonderful, Amie! You go ahead with your husband first. I’ll sell half the catch and bring the other half home for you to cook tomorrow." "All right—we’ll go on ahead. Be careful, Uncle." Amore took Liam by the arm, and they looked sweet together—though it would have been better if it were real instead of just a show. "Hey Am, do we really need to hold arms? Isn’t this too much?" "Yes—we need everyone to believe us. Someone could notice and get suspicious at any time. Think of it like a movie—we’re the stars, so we have to act well and not ruin the scene."

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.