Masquerade Inspo Novels & Stories

All I know is now, I just want to be free to be me! I place my hand under my chin. “But who am I now? And what do I want to be free from? Let me see how I can put it. I think I would love to be liberated from contracts that list a bunch of dos and don'ts. Oh, my goodness! Being the face of my company and a wealthy billionaire! I must live and act in a certain way. It’s a rule not to be excellent. It’s sad to say all my billionaire and wealthy friends are rude—my image. I watch what I eat, I work out incessantly, and I must keep up with the latest fashions! That's life, being wealthy and part of the entertainment world. I'm hoping this vacation for a month will give me a break from all the pr

I added "This is mine," he said then fabbed the vintage photo " so this is mine," I said and pulled the heart photo I placed it on my wallet so he does "I will put it here so that every time that I open my wallet I will see your face" he added "Tch..." I glared at him While walking we stopped at a souvenir shop " hey Off walk faster," I said This souvenir shop is the best shop here because you can ask for personalized accessories " P' excuse me.. uhhmm by chance can you make us a bracelet and can you engrave this there," I said and handed him a paper

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

A chance to rub shoulders with billionaires, charm potential investors, and get a taste of the world they’d only ever seen from a distance. And tonight, I wasn’t just Zara hiding in Aria’s skin, I was learning to wield her name like a weapon, to leverage every ounce of power it carried. Exclusive or not, if I wanted them in, they were in. Nico styled Tessa in one of my dresses, a blouse and skirt that fit the theme. She looked radiant, polished but still herself. Nico, as always, was a vision of quiet flamboyance, his confidence stitched into every line of his colourful dress.

''I admired myself in the mirror. Tanya entered in the room and gave me a flying kiss,''San.. I must say some men are gonna die today for sure.'' ''Really I thought I am looking like a scare crow..in black dress,'' ''C mon San..don't act over smart..you know that u r looking goddess of seduction.''Tani said. ''Shall we go down now..party is started..btw wear this,''she gave me a eye mask,I looked at her confusingly. ''Baby its a masquerade party..everyone will come there with mask..,may be your Mr. True lover too...its up to you whether

Faith says as she places a tray with coffee on the coffee table, and we all smile. The meeting lasted around two hours, where Jasmin told us the color palettes and the type of event she would like, and I have to say I am very excited about this. She wants a full-on masquerade ball. She wants the party as if she were freaking Cinderella, but with masks. I am loving this idea. My creativity is bubbling, and I can tell Steph is loving it too.

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

I could hear the self gratification and I looked in the mirror one final time. Every part of me looked different. The point of a masquerade was to not be seen as yourself and I hoped it was going to work far beyond the allure of a costume if only to save me from having to see his entire family once again. “You’re almost done.” I turned to see Dimitris, his costume a near compliment to mine. A black suit that shined with silver stars with a mask that was pure black dotted with gems. He was the night sky and I was those stars and moon that we were admiring tonight. Crossing the room Yvet moved to allow him to reach around me and fasten a silver chain woven as a net that started as a choker. Th

SUNESIS'S POV The silver mask was cold against my skin. It felt completely different from the hot, stuffy air of the dressing room. I stood in front of the broken mirror, my hands shaking as I fixed my long black silk dress. I made sure the fabric covered my shoulders and arms perfectly. I had to hide everything from my neck down. Underneath the smooth cloth were the deep, ugly burn scars that ruined my body, the painful marks from the fire that took my family away.