Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

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.

I'm certain I heard foreign languages spoken between couples, too. As I wasn't dancing, I could pay more attention to guests' outfits. They all had to be filthy rich. Just look at their gaudy clothes and masks. The women's complexions were so smooth. Their luscious lips and perfect necks sparkled like their masks. The men's apparel was equally extravagant, made of velvets, silks, and other expensive material. Masquerade must an extremely influential man if he was hosting a party of this size to so many kinds of people. My mind reeled. I began to feel a little more sympathy for Garrett's slipping off—though I was annoyed I had to find his employer by myself.

There were no happy endings here. “So, this marriage… this Masquerade Ball. How does it all work?” I asked, my voice almost hollow as I tried to understand this bizarre world I had been dragged into. Sasha’s smile turned a little warmer as she explained. “This is a bit different than your regular wedding, darling. Everyone will wear masks. Jace won’t come until later, so you just have to go around, talk, dance, enjoy yourself. And then, when he arrives, you’ll go to the front and do your vows.”

"Jeffrey Rivero, it's been a while, a lot is happening between the two of us and between Moonlight Jade. Let’s think about today and I am asking for your help because I am in this mess. Will you help me, and we will meet Moonlight Jade together?” “ You never stop admiring me. So I think we need to shop for this masquerade ball and maybe a new makeover for you so they don’t recognize you?” He raised an eyebrow at me. That Billionaire Jeffrey meant “ Yes.” Jeffrey and I spent the next three hours shopping for our clothes for the masquerade ball, and we ended up choosing a simple black tux with a red tie for him with a red men’s mask. The same as mine, but, I dyed my slightly long hair, mustach

"Hi, buddies. I hope you all are enjoying the party. Now we are about to start the couple dance at tonight's reception! So everybody quickly make a partner and head to the floor with their partners but there are some rules which you all have to follow. Rule No.1 is Everyone has to wear the party mask, masque. Rule no.2 is Everyone has to change their partners with the neighbour couple's when the music changes. okay? so guys let's start and our newlywed couple will also join in this right?" She said looking at Tyler and Avyana who were smiling. Everyone clapped and cheered. The flickering lights of the party got dim. Couples started getting on the floor with their partners while wearing a Ma

And it's not empty. Two other couples. A woman in a gold mask bent over the railing while a man in a white mask fucks her from behind, her moans drifting down to the garden like music. Another pair on a chaise near the wall – she's riding him, her dress pooled around her waist, his hands on her hips, their masks pressed together. He sets me on my feet. I'm naked – completely naked – heels and mask and nothing else, and every person on this balcony turns to look.

“But proof… changes everything.” The next night, Isabella and Damian attended a charity masquerade, the perfect cover for a confrontation. Guests danced beneath glittering chandeliers, masks hiding identity while secrets thrived in plain sight. Isabella wore a crimson gown, the fabric hugging her curves, her mask delicate but concealing sharp eyes. Damian’s tuxedo was impeccable, mask black and angular, highlighting the intensity of his gaze. From across the room, Matteo watched, mask in place, his movements deliberate. Isabella sensed his presence immediately, heart tightening. Damian’s hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance. “Stay close,” he murmured.

" Aren't you being hard on yourself?" Gallian grabs her hand to walk her through the auction area as they are going to participate as married couples. " Please restrain your curiosity when we are in business! Please lead the way, Honey!" Gallian sighs deeply watching her being in her straight face, as professional as a person can be. The disguise they are in belongs to dead couples who died a few years ago. There is no data about their identity in the database, so it is perfect for them to use.

She began to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she brought the scene to life. The couple on the poster stood in front of a vibrant carnival backdrop, the lights and colors of the games and booths shining brightly behind them. The woman, dressed in a flowing red gown, was masked, her face hidden behind a delicate silver mask. The man, tall and dark, wore a black domino mask, his gray eyes gleaming with intensity as he gazed at the woman. His hand, gloved in black, held hers, his fingers intertwined with hers in a gentle caress. The woman's hand, bare and pale, seemed to glow in the dim light; her fingers curled trustingly around his.

AMBER A relieved smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I knew I could count on Sebastian, and his willingness to participate in my charade is a testament to our unwavering partnership. Dressed in his masquerade mask, he exudes an air of mystery that only adds to his undeniable allure.