Phantom Of The Opera Masquerade Ball の小説・ストーリー

"Gentlemen, you can sit over there for a moment. There's also tea and snacks." Caleb's expression darkened at the words. "Don't waste our time. Where's the gown?" Faye wasn't offended by his words and clapped her hands. A staff member pushed out a mannequin in a gown toward them. The mannequin had wheels at the bottom and wore a red gown adorned with sparkling diamonds. Under the lights, the gown was vibrant red, and the diamonds shone brightly. Even on a mannequin, it was enough to stun everyone.

felt him filling me so deep I could still sense the ghost of his cum inside me. I needed more. So I slipped out after he left for another “business meeting,” drove to the mansion, and let the masked attendant take my coat. Tonight I wore the same emerald gown, the same velvet mask with black feathers. My heart pounded as I stepped into the glittering ballroom. The masquerade was in full swing. Couples danced under crystal chandeliers while others disappeared into shadowed corners or private rooms. I scanned the crowd, searching for the silver wolf mask.

When she didn’t reply, he added, more lightly, “Come. We’ll be late.” Olivia didn’t know it, but he meant every word of it. ****** The masquerade ball was held in one of the oldest estates in southern Italy. It was a grand hall dripping with gold and crystal, filled with laughter, wine, and dangerous men disguised in masks. Olivia stayed close to Nero as they entered, his hand resting possessively at her back. The crowd parted for him instinctively. Every eye turned, some out of respect, others out of fear, as Nero introduced his wife to people she barely knew.

Masquerade stood alone, but he motioned with his head for me to look at Clarence. My mask itching, I gracefully curtisied. Clarence bowed with equal elegance. The dance began. **************** Masquerade stood silently, watching the many couples sway across his ballroom floor. He released a heavy breath. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he straightened. "Oh, Luceyado." He relaxed with a smile. "Don't let me disturb you, my lord," the steward said, "I merely wanted to inform you that the tables have been prepared for dinner, and I made certain to include a place for our newest guest."

The mansion lit up like something out of a dream. Hundreds of lighting fixtures shimmered along the tall domestic windows, flickering all through the marble like dancing fireflies. A gentle track floated through the air, easy and complete of power. Men in smooth suits and ladies in flowing gowns wandered through the courtyard, faces hidden at the back of sensitive, jeweled masks. It changed into Damien’s masquerade ball.

Lyra's POV The ballroom is a swirl of color and mystery, the air thick with perfume and secrets. I adjust my ornate mask, grateful for the anonymity it provides. Tonight's masquerade is more than just a celebration of our newly merged realms – it's a powder keg of political intrigue, waiting for a spark. I scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces behind elaborate disguises. A flash of silver catches my eye – Xander, his broad shoulders unmistakable even beneath an intricately designed wolf mask. My heart skips a beat, and I silently curse my body's betrayal.

Something’s not right, I can feel it but I just don’t know what and it’s driving me nuts, I can hardly focus on my tasks for the day, I keep checking in on Maxi who basically told me to stop bothering her when I mindlinked and called her for the twelfth time in four hours, so I had to resort to checking in on her through Amanda, who obviously can’t express her displeasure with me if she has any as her Alpha and King. I finally break off and head back to my chambers to have a shower and get ready as my Queen is on the way back to do the same, I want to be ready and out before she gets back so I can take her in when she’s completely dressed and descends the stairs to meet me. This year, the ba

The evening of the charity gala had finally arrived, and the grand ballroom was bathed in a warm, golden light. Sarah stood in the center of the room, surveying the decorations with a sense of pride. The masquerade ball theme, conceived by Nicholas, was brought to life with intricate masks, lavish candelabras, and a sea of black and gold balloons. The black tie optional dress code, also Nicholas' idea, would ensure a sophisticated and elegant atmosphere, perfect for the high-society guests who would be attending.

And the dress is the only thing I can give her as a token of love and appreciation. "Cinn, we only have five hours left until the ball starts." "Yeah. So? I will wear one of these dresses." I point towards the evening gowns laying down on the floor. Even though there is nothing special in them, I will style myself well. But there is another problem. Masks! It turned out to be a masquerade ball. Someone gave the idea while I was absent and crying in my room that it should be a theme ball and what better than masks? So, now, even if I put my life on my makeup, Tristian won't be able to get a glimpse of my face. No face, no melting of heart. I have to work with the magic of my words, which as f