Welcome To Masquerade Novels & Stories

When we finally pulled up to the towering gates of the Claw Bane pack’s house, I took a shaky breath, willing myself to stay calm. Beta Nathan stepped out first, opening the door for us, and I gathered the skirts of my dress as I followed Alpha Rowan onto the wide stone path leading up to the ballroom entrance. It was just as I had always remembered it. Alpha Rowan paused, reaching into his coat pocket, and handed me a delicate, intricate mask. Its silver edges gleamed in the moonlight, fine threads curling into the shapes of leaves and feathers. Relief washed over me as I realised—this was a masquerade. With the mask, I’d be hidden, anonymous. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

He didn’t even want to see me until today and held me as if I was the most precious dog in the world. I knew it was all for show, whoever was inside that door, he wasted to show them he was incharge and it freaked me out so bad. He nodded at his men as they threw the door open and we stepped into the room. My eyes widened at the crowd in The room as I took in how pretty everyone looked and how attractive the hall was. The music stopped as I tightened the mask on my face I had put on, on my way down here. It was a masquerade party and everyone appeared to be in a mask.

Their entrance not only steals the spotlight but also etches a memorable chapter in the minds of everyone present at the party, ensuring that this night will be recounted for its unparalleled glamour and allure. Approaching their families with an air of sophistication, the group, resembling well-groomed individuals, gracefully mingles with relatives, ensuring their presence is noted. After this brief interaction, they reconvene, choosing to enjoy each other's company instead of blending into the crowd, radiating a collective charisma. As the party unfolds with a gentle melody playing in the background, an announcement resonates through the venue, signalling the beginning of the masquerade th

I shot up out of my seat and snatched the letter out of Rosalie's hand, My eyes soaked in each word, clinging onto what I assumed was a beck and call. And it was It was an invitation for their launch party in celebration of the company's grand opening. "Wait, it's happening tonight?!" My eyes widened. "It would seem so." Rosalie nudged me. "And it's a—" "Masquerade ball?! With masks required?" "How luxurious." Rosalie mused. "I believe events concerning masks and big, extravagant attire are custom in Italian culture. It's on brand for them." "I'm going." I said resolutely.

On a Wednesday evening, a black envelope arrived, sealed with gold wax, and the Arquette insignia was shining under my desk lamp. I slit it open and pulled out a card embossed with swirling script: Masquerade Ball, Hotel de Las Estrellas, Mexico City. Saturday, 8 PM. Business attire, masks mandatory.

I took it inside and opened to check what it was. It was the invitation card, and a message attached to it. It says; “This is the invitation card, and I forgot to tell you …this is a Masquerade party which means you need to be in a mask, a sexy one. And also a half naked outfits like lingerie . You already knows how it's goes down in here. Thanks once again.“ Wow, now I can't wait for tomorrow to come. I can already tell, that party will be wild as hell. I've attended it once, when I was in a relationship with Alejandro.It was a really wild party where a whole lot happens in there. No normal individual knows about it because it's a party fro the v.i.ps.

Still aching in places no one had touched properly in years. Inside was a single heavy card and a delicate crimson feather. The Eclipse Society cordially invites you to the Midnight Masquerade. One night. No names. No limits. Venetian Villa, Côte d’Azur. 11:00 p.m. Wear the feather. Burn this card after reading. A QR code glowed faintly at the bottom. When she scanned it with trembling fingers, a sultry female voice whispered through her phone: “Come alone. Come hungry. What happens after midnight stays veiled forever.”

I said. Marlon blinked. "What?" "You mentioned full masks." I turned from the window. "If I came only to the ball" "Everyone wears masks," he said carefully. "The institute provides them to all guests. Full masks, no names, no ranks, no affiliations. That's the whole point of the centennial masquerade — it's been tradition since the first one." He raised an eyebrow. "If he walked past you he would have no way of knowing." "Give me the speech," I finally said.

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”