Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

“It only takes one failure for them to know something is going on.” Noah nodded in agreement. “You have a point, that is why I was suggesting earlier that we should get those files at the masquerade party. I planned for us to go there with a partner,” Noah said. “There is a reason why I want it done while we’re on the masquerade. The Casino lets anyone enter without showing their ID and without checking the guests’ identity for privacy purposes. Guests and regular customers needed to wear their mascaras for the entire party,” Noah explained.

“I love you, too, fancy face… ” They were caravaning to the masquerade ball. It was time–the final battle… possibly the start of a war that they had no intention of losing. The wolves and witches had bound themselves to smell like the vamps and they too were headed to the ball. Anyone in the vampire world could show up to see the 25 couples be united by the lies of the elder imposters. Roxie’s pulse raced even though they were a few hours away from Myrtle. The place had been canvassed, it was secure–or as secure as it could be.

Their entrance not only steals the spotlight but also etches a memorable chapter in the minds of everyone present at the party, ensuring that this night will be recounted for its unparalleled glamour and allure. Approaching their families with an air of sophistication, the group, resembling well-groomed individuals, gracefully mingles with relatives, ensuring their presence is noted. After this brief interaction, they reconvene, choosing to enjoy each other's company instead of blending into the crowd, radiating a collective charisma. As the party unfolds with a gentle melody playing in the background, an announcement resonates through the venue, signalling the beginning of the masquerade th

I stepped forward with practiced ease, wearing my most socially polished smile. "Good evening." The Real VIP extended her hand with easy warmth, her eyes briefly scanning my face beneath the mask. Before I could introduce myself, the woman in the champagne gown jumped in again, her voice dipped in sugar. "It is a masquerade, after all," she said lightly. "The whole point is to leave our names at the door and let the mystery do the mingling." The Real VIP gave a polite nod . Then she turned toward me, her smile curious and just a touch amused.

Valjerome is a boss of a mafia group so he has so many staff here in the mansion¾protector and killer. "Be ready." My husband’s voice caught my attention. I turned to him and saw him seriously walking towards my seat. He is now well dressed, a white v-neck shirt and a faded denim pants. I still want to laugh because he acts like he hasn't done anything wrong to me. I continued eating my food, "For what?" I asked lazily. He sat down in the chair next to me and started getting his food. "It is my parents' anniversary. There will be a masquerade ball and they want us to be there," he said formally and started eating.

That meant. "Next week? You're going to publicly introduce me as your wife?" I asked, unable to hide the shock in my voice. Lysander simply nodded, taking a small bite of his steak. "Don't worry, it's a masquerade party, so no one will actually be able to see your face clearly. I just need you to be present beside me and maintain a decent, elegant appearance every time another businessman comes over to speak with us." I let out a long breath, a wave of intense relief washing over my shoulders.

Amelia was truly going to great lengths to secure his love. The guests, caught between surprise and envy, kept their eyes fixed on the dancing couple at the center of the floor. No one noticed the arrival of a man clad in a vivid purple suit and a clown mask. Suddenly, his figure leaped into everyone's sight, gracefully moving onto the dance floor and heading straight for the couple. The clown mask concealed his face, keeping his identity shrouded. Yet, his flawless build and striking presence were impossible to overlook, rivaling Lucas’ magnetism with ease.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Even though she comes from a rich family, her appearance and lifestyle tells a different story as Mara has nothing befitting of a rich family daughter. Suddenly, Mara gasped with horror as she checked her wristwatch, "Guys it's 6:30pm!! by 7, My husband will be back home!!" Then got up to her feet. Mara quickly adjusted the joker clown outfit and retouched her clown make up that will conceal her identity. The three friends had made a pact since the start of the hustling— make money and relocate to another country. Despite being married, Mara never make the mistake of taking any money from Ethan Lewiston, the man she was married as hee marriage to him is just arranged to avoid some things.