Twisted Wonderland Glorious Masquerade Novels & Stories

he irritated, God, I have no idea teasing this bitter man will be this much fun and interesting. “From now, I will call you, rose.” I fly a kiss to him. “My pretty rose.” “You…do your father know the problem of your head.” As we enter the party all the eyes come and rest on two of us, the laughter dies from some people’s lips, some glance at us with shock wide eyes, suddenly the room goes mute. The pleasant party domain quickly converts into tranquility. We walk into the room and people start to chatter; they are whispering, glancing on our route, we are for sure making it on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow morning, this is a miracle, our grand entry, shouts enough to everyone kno

I didn't know how to respond, I didn't know exactly what I saw, well I saw a wolf-man monster with red glowing eyes. Santiago sets the white metal medical box next to me on the daybed before motioning with his fingers towards my legs with the deep scratches caused by that monster’s claws. “May I have permission to touch your body?” He asked, looking at me for the first time in my eyes. I nodded, he didn’t have to ask me to touch my body in order to help me with this crazy scenario that had unfolded so quickly after I threw my hot tea in Kol's face. My life is turned from the right side up to upside down. I was dragged down this whirlpool of this new crazy reality of life now whether I wanted

[The Waltz of the Damned] The old Lu-Sheng Manor sat atop the city’s highest hill like a sleeping predator. Once a symbol of the Architect’s rigid, iron-fisted rule, it had been reimagined by Minny into a temple of light and glass. But tonight, for the Midnight Masquerade, the lights were dimmed to a haunting violet hue. Fog machines breathed artificial mist across the marble floors, and the guests—the elite, the corrupt, and the beautiful—moved through the halls like colorful wraiths, their faces hidden behind masks of gold, feathers, and bone.

After saying these words, Trevor gave her a heavy look before leaving. Jenna simply stood there, disoriented. It was not until Trevor had left for a long time that she came back to her senses and slowly walked out of the study. The colorful lights flashed, and the fragrance filled the air. The masquerade commenced. This masquerade was the most high profile social event in the upper echelons of society. It was also the most popular part of a banquet.

“You belong to me now, Claire. And if you even think of running again... I promise you, there will be nowhere you can hide. No one you can trust. Not even him.” Each word felt like a brand against her skin. He stepped back finally, studying her with a smirk, like a spider admiring a struggling fly. “And sweetheart...” Mason added, voice a mockery of affection, “you have no idea just how big my web really is.” With a final wink, he turned and strolled out of the room — leaving the door wide open behind him. Claire collapsed against the desk, her knees buckling under her. The flash drive burned against her skin, heavy in her pocket.

'Come to my party, if you ugly as shit, bring a bottle or $20 for entry, If you fine as fuck, bring your ass to the dance floor -Jacob ;)' After reading the awfully written note, I looked up at the guy in utter confusion. "Are you sure this is for me? I think you have the wrong person" I told him. I was so confused as to who would even think this was an acceptable invite, I'm pretty sure you do that over text these days so I was surprised it was written. And whoever his Jacob guy was clearly was still in his highschool player phase as he specifically states how much of a egotistical fool he is.

“I just hope everything will go our way. Thanks for the heads-up, Alec.” “Don’t mention it. Happy to be of use.” Callan looked at me and shrugged his head. I pressed his arm that I was clinging to. We stepped inside a massive hall—like a ballroom area, so large and sophisticated and decorated with silver disco lights. So there is where everybody invited for the masquerade party shall celebrate. There were lots of tables scattered in the area and I was starting to feel annoyed by the crowded place. Callan was behind me the whole time. Holding my hand, looking at the surroundings.

I go around him and walk out of the house. When I get back inside the event room,I see Mona chatting and standing in a perfect posture next to Lord Lore. The beam on my parents faces has me snatching another flute of champagne and downing it all. Then I flatten my dress and walk over,the minute I reach the circle,Mama's smile falters. "Having a good evening?" I ask. "Oh,my Lord,this is my twin sister,Lisa. Lisa,this is Lord Lore." "Ahh,I actually thought you had rushed off and had a change of clothes," he smiles, showcasing his pearl white teeth.

Dangerous. “So, San Juan,” Isabella said, swirling her wine. “I want something bold. Sexy. A resort that makes people feel like they’ve escaped the world.” Andres nodded, flipping through the concept sketches. “We can play with contrast—raw textures, open spaces, and warm lighting. Think barefoot luxury.” Isabella smirked. “Barefoot luxury. Sounds like you.” Andres didn’t flinch. “I wear shoes. Most days.” Isabella laughed. “You’re always so composed. Don’t you ever let loose?”

The room felt impossibly small, warm, and electric, alive with the tension between them. The music pulsed low, a slow, intimate rhythm that wrapped around Imani, Malik, and Zariah, matching the quickening of their hearts. Every glance, every brush of skin, every lingering touch made Imani soaking wet.