Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

Aria and I exchanged a confused glance as she navigated to some webpage or another. But then she thrust her phone into our faces. And there it was—a headline splashed across the top: “Mystery Couple Steals the Spotlight at Masquerade Gala!” Underneath was a photo of us dancing together, our masks in place, followed by another photo of the kiss. Aria’s eyes scanned the screen frantically. “Oh no,” she whispered, taking the phone from Bella’s hand. I leaned in, a little confused. Both of our faces were fully obscured between the masks and the angle, so it should have been okay, right?

“ Perfect “ Zara muttered to herself. Zara: I need a date. And a partner in crime for Step Six. Masquerade party. She stared at the message for a split second before hitting send. Not because she doubted he’d say yes, but because she already knew he would. Leo replied almost immediately, like he’d been waiting for her to say something like this. Leo: A masquerade? Perfect. My face is literally my biggest secret weapon. Mask or no mask, I’m in Zara. Zara chuckled to herself. The game was on again. And this time, it would be played in silk, mystery, and shadows.

It had become evident that he had been wearing a mask all those years when they were together. Perhaps he had agreed to marry her just to please his family, or maybe he regarded her as an easy target—someone he could wed and then carry on with his life as he saw fit. He wanted to keep up the façade at home while sleeping around outside. There was no way Lucy was going to let this slide. Her only consolation was that they hadn't been intimate in their relationship. Had they been more involved, she might have been even more disgusted by the sight. Since they grew up together, she considered him a regular friend, and she didn't have any romantic feelings for him. Because of that, holding hands

The words she chose, however, carried a different intent. "Exactly," I said. "Not everyone can make it on ability alone. Some people have to rely on other advantages. You must've dealt with plenty of trouble over the years. Those angry wives can be relentless. Still, it's good to hear you're married now. At least that clears up any misunderstandings." I knew Cassandra's husband. People called him a wealthy tycoon, but in reality, he was nothing more than a contractor with some money. He was nearly 50, with no looks and no physique to speak of. The only thing he had going for him was his bank account.

“I just— I thought William’s wife was someone else. A woman named Elise. At the masquerade party—” “Oh, don’t be silly,” Jasmine said with a cheerful demeanor. “I used a fake French accent. It was a masquerade party, after all. The whole point was to be someone else. And after being blindsided and betrayed by my ex-husband? Well, I quite enjoyed the fantasy.” Martin’s jaw tightened. I could see the sweat beading along his forehead. His hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something to ground him.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

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.

The room was dimly lit, filled with an ethereal ambiance as soft music played in the background. Hailey and Cassian stood facing each other, both wearing elegant masks that obscured their identities yet enhanced the mystique of the evening. The moment was charged with sensual energy, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced together, lost in their world.

Their house is an estate sprawling across hills, buzzing with the motion of staff who rushed in and out to get ready for what was expected to be the grandest night of the year. The Masquerade Gala was where the city's most powerful gathered, cloaked behind masks of mystery and allure. For weeks, the sisters had been preparing for this night, knowing full well that in the world of the elite, appearances were everything. And tonight, they were determined to make an entrance that would not be forgotten. Inside their lavish dressing room, the soft glow of the chandelier above bathed the room in its warm intimate light, reflecting off the three full-length mirrors where each sister stood, putting

I tugged my corset with my hands. "Well look who decided to show up." Maria smirked. "The man across us, you see him?" There was a man cladded in a black tux, using a gold mask to hide his identity. All that can be seen are his bold green eyes, he had a boy about my age next to him with a similar mask to his, with the build he had plus the dark hair and the same green eyes as the man next to him. It was obvious that he was his son.