Masquerade Inspo 소설 & 이야기

They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide what you really were. They're using moonflowers. Tonight, at the ceremony. When everyone's gathered together. Jason's legs gave out, and he sank onto his bed, staring at his shaking hands. My blockers won't work. Not with moonflowers in the air. Everyone will know. Everyone will see what I really am.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

I looked stunning. “This one,” Verona said about a dark blue dress with gold trimmings that I tried on. “This is the one you’ll wear to the masquerade. We’ll find you a matching mask, and then you’ll be good to go. I was thinking of a mask to cover most of your face. What do you think?” I shrugged. “Sounds fine, I guess.” I stood in front of the mirror. I looked so different than what I was used to. The person staring back at me wasn’t me, and it was such a strange feeling. I felt like an imposter.

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

Elias, next to me, stood up straight and proud, like he was claiming his place. Noelle was shaking with anger as she looked at me. "Darcy, are you crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Andrew rushed over too, whispering to me: "Darcy, don't be silly! Stop the wedding now!" I did not listen to them and passed the microphone to the person next to me. "Elias, tell everyone why you're here." Elias and I exchanged smiles, his voice calm and clear. "Today, I'm standing here because Howard gave me fifteen thousand dollars to pretend to be him at this wedding. "

Not by a long shot. The day feels endless, and I’ve spent every second of it anywhere but home. Every text from my father demanding I return is ignored—he can get fucked. I’m not going to sit at that table and watch the pathetic show Prince is putting on for everyone. Hours have slipped away while I sat in the club, nursing drinks and turning over every possible way to destroy this wedding. Each plan feels like a dead end until I land on one idea that sticks: find someone who can make Josie fall for them.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

“Threatened? She’s already got your mate, your room, your life. What more does she want—your soul?” I gave a weak laugh, but my chest still felt heavy. “You need a break,” Tara said. “Let’s go out. Clear your head.” “I don’t have the energy—” “It’s a masquerade party,” she interrupted. “No one will even recognize you.” I hesitated. “You can be someone else for a few hours. No Kael. No Selene. No past. Just music, masks, and a little freedom.” I sighed. “One hour.”

A spark runs through me, tingling where I shouldn’t still feel him. I shake it off like a guilty pleasure. Sighing, I reach for something safer. A black dress. It’s long, simple, not revealing and definitely do not scream for attention. But it’s body-hugging and I wonder if I’m ready for that kind of closeness… with myself. Still, it will have to do. Anya will outshine me, anyway. She always does and honestly, I’ve made peace with being the dim light in her galaxy. It’s already seven and the invitation Mama left says eight-thirty. So, I have enough time. Apparently, it’s a masquerade event. How fitting for me. Rich people wearing masks to fundraise a system that’s already broken.