Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

He didn’t even want to see me until today and held me as if I was the most precious dog in the world. I knew it was all for show, whoever was inside that door, he wasted to show them he was incharge and it freaked me out so bad. He nodded at his men as they threw the door open and we stepped into the room. My eyes widened at the crowd in The room as I took in how pretty everyone looked and how attractive the hall was. The music stopped as I tightened the mask on my face I had put on, on my way down here. It was a masquerade party and everyone appeared to be in a mask.

Others were dressed in intricate elegant wears—men in fine suits with masks of ivory, women in floor-length gowns that clung to curves like sin. A couple nearby kissed with desperate heat while another trailed fingers up a thigh with practiced ease. Everything here was performative, intoxicating. Everyone had something to prove. I was still spinning and taking it all in when Matteo leaned down, his lips brushing the outer part of my ear. “Careful, piccolo fiore,” he murmured, voice dark and rich. “You wear that mask too well. If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were one of the pets for sale tonight.”

It looks like the two family’s crests of the Monteccos and Capolettis have been unified to create a new badass design. I’m still admiring it as him clearing his throat catches my attention. “And for the financing, we already have a valuable partner, who was more than generous to us as he heard our plan.” I look up at him agape, a small gasp falling from my lips. “Golden Point.” I whisper and a sly grin stretches on his lips. “There is nothing sweeter than a revenge-dish served cold.” Not able to hold the laughter from bubbling out, I let it out while shaking my head. “You asked the CEO of the financing group that holds the annual masquerade party we weren’t supposed to go to? The archenemies

LISA For the past two months,my life has been completely miserable and uncomfortable. Sleeping in the same bed with a man who belongs to my sister has been difficult,a man who I don't love,a man who thinks I'm someone else. I've never entertained the idea of marriage but this definitely isn't the marriage I thought I'd find myself in. A fake one. Where I'd have to disguise myself, pretending to be my sister. My routine has continued of course, run,hide and pretend.

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

It became clear that this masquerade was not just a glamorous event but a stage for power struggles and hidden alliances. Among the masked faces, we recognized some familiar figures—rivals and former enemies, all gathered under the guise of anonymity. It seemed that everyone had their own motives and secrets to protect or expose. As the evening wore on, the tension reached its peak. The host of the masquerade took the center stage, his voice commanding attention. He revealed himself to be a powerful figure, a mastermind orchestrating this intricate game of intrigue. He turned his gaze toward Xander and me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and amusement. "Bella and Xander, you have b

I had to use all the self-control I possessed to withhold myself from carrying out such an activity. People were watching us as we danced. Who wouldn't want to watch two powerful people from powerful families dance together at a Masquerade ball? A lot of people did not know who we were because of our mask and costumes, but I could bet that a lot more knew who we were still, and they watched. It was a private ball party, so pictures were not taken. But a lot of people still talked, and influenced other people to believe whatever they wanted them to believe. I and Olivia had to act as loving couples as much as we could. They were deals that I had to carry out, and those deals would favour me m

she finally stopped and spoke seriously. The couple then went out took their last preparations done. They seated themselves into their separate comfy chairs and let the polishing done. Half an hour later... A pair of blue-eyed couple clad in a mysterious black and elegant pair of evening outfits emerged from the LB VIP waiting area. The woman was looking like a seductress ready to tempt and gather some lustful attention whereas the man was looking strikingly cold and handsome ready to kill some hopeful hearts. Their masks were also a pair in a clear indication that they are officially a couple as well as their outfits.

Marcus stopped at a heavy door and pushed it open. The VVIP section was larger than the others. Leather couches lined the walls in a wide curve. A polished pole stood in the centre under a spotlight. Eight men sat spread across the seats, all of them wearing half masks that covered their eyes and part of their noses. They were dressed in expensive wear, drinks in hand, voices low as they spoke to one another. I stepped into the room, letting the robe slide off my shoulders. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I walked to the pole. The men’s eyes followed me.