Alice Masquerade Novels & Stories

Alita had made sure Martha wouldn’t recognize her by making her face up and praticing an odd accent, then put on a maskas icing on cake for her disguise. Martha soon arrived and entered through the front because she was a police and the place was a restricted area under invevstigation. “Hi there, Martha. It’s so nice of you to come,” Alita said twisting her voice to sound thinner. “Have a seat,” she gestured for Martha to sit down. “Why are you wearing that ridiculous mask?” Martha said looking around as she lowered herself onto the chair. “Why are you wearing a mask at all?”

"Just a few minutes of your time." Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco. He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB. Alice's voice filled the space. "I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes." The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them. Alice went pale as a ghost. "That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!" The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.

She knew that Luna was right, but she could not risk letting Joshua find out about her scheme, so she was willing to do anything to cover her tracks. Alice bit down on her lip and said, “Well then, why don’t you make me another deal? As long as Yvonne gets to walk off free, I’ll agree to anything you want.” Luna let out a snort of laughter. “Why don't you stop impersonating me and go back to your true identity?” “Impossible!” Alice interjected almost immediately. “I can agree to anything but this.” “Alright, then I guess we don’t have a deal.” Luna lowered her gaze and was about to hang up the phone when Alice’s voice rang out again, “Wait!”

I yelled, ignoring my idiot younger brother who shot a death stare at me the second his girl's name left my lips. “What?” Alice said as she walked into the room. She was wearing a long white robe that covered her body and had a black mask on that covered most of her face. Jeez what the fuck is my brother into? “Our Mafias are forming a permanent alliance,” I stated as I sat down on the couch and Alice removed her executioner's mask. “YES!” Alice and Romano exclaimed happily. “But in order to do that, I’m being forced to marry Victoria.” I said as I frowned.

I'd learned by now that any reaction would only fuel whatever game she was trying to play. I headed toward the door, determined to keep my focus on the meeting with Miguel. But just as I was stepping outside, Alice followed me. Her voice cut through the silence again, this time with a tone that felt even more pointed. "Your mask is your lifeline. You better put it on... Fake can never be real." I paused for a moment, her words sinking in, but I didn't turn around. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she'd gotten under my skin.

She hands me her phone and shakes her leg up and down nervously as I read his post out loud. I don’t have a glass shoe, so I’ll try it that way. We chose to stay anonymous, but I want to break our pact. There is no way I’m letting the woman of my dreams escape like that. I laugh. “Oh, how utterly dramatic.” Nina nods, agreeing with me. “But it goes on.” I know you feel the same, so text me. If you can describe your mask, my mask, and the little souvenirs we exchanged, I’ll know that it is really you.

That person who almost succeeded still failed in the end, didn't they? I still felt uneasy. Where exactly did that mute maid go wrong? With only three minutes left on the countdown. Alice spent all her points to exchange for an item called [Camouflage Potion]—it allowed one to perfectly disguise their scent and aura as a wolf Omega. She was gambling everything. "No time to hesitate." Alice looked at us. "I choose the identity: [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)]. Is anyone willing to come with me?" In the crowd, my usually silent Second Sister, Sofia, raised her hand.

Alfonso said, making eye contact with her. Alice stood in front of the mirror in her room, dressed in a baggy black trouser and a baggy t-shirt. Her breasts were flattened with a chest binder to make it look like she had none. She wore a short wig with neatly trimmed hair to resemble a man's hair and a fake mustache and beard.

She hasn’t talked to her friends for a week because of her stupid deal with Eric, but everything ends tonight. Once she got the information she needed from Grayson, she wouldn’t need Eric anymore. She could finally stop pretending of being his girlfriend. Alice grabbed her mask for tonight’s masquerade ball and stared at it. It was a silver and Rosso red mask with silver and red hand-painted swirls and details. It perfectly matched her vintage-inspired bright red ball gown that has silver swirls and designs at the bottom. It was magnificent, and Alice loved it. “You ready?” Her father’s head peeked from her door.

Alice gave me a small nod, her sadness from earlier still shadowing her features. --- We left headquarters disguised, layers of clothes and wigs that itched against my scalp, makeup muting the angles of my face until I barely recognized myself in the mirror. We walked out in silence, every step cautious. The world outside felt hostile, every shadow, suspicious. An unmarked car waited near the curb. Damon opened the back door for me, his expression unreadable beneath the false beard he wore. Alice slid in beside me, her features softened with prosthetics that made her look like someone else entirely.