Blissful Masquerade Novels & Stories

Her eyes lifted instead to the mirror. The glass shimmered faintly, its surface warped by years. Her reflection appeared dim, wavering. For a long moment nothing shifted. Then, as if summoned, the image changed. She was still there, but not as she stood now. The woman in the glass wore a ring on her finger and a wedding dress that shimmered in the light, though no such light existed in the room. The veil covered her head, delicate and white. Bliss’s chest rose sharply. She stepped back, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The image did not cry. It did not speak. It only looked at her with solemn eyes, as though holding a truth she had not yet learned.

Judd said as he used a cloth to remove the excess lube and helped her to stand. "One last item," he said. He presented her with a black Venetian lace mask. "I have one like it. Well, nearly anyway. The Fantasy Ball is a masquerade. No one will ever know who we are." Using the tip of her forefinger, Jessi lightly stroked the beautiful creation. Delicate black filigree would cover most of her face from her upper lip to her forehead, and the mask had dramatic white rhinestone brows that arched from the inner corners of her eyes to the middle of her temples. She held the mask in place while Judd fastened it behind her head.

he murmured, sliding his palms up and down my exposed arms. I scooted away from the heat of his touch, my heart hammering in my chest. Then he reached behind him and pulled out a breath-takingly gorgeous mask, white and feathery and glittery. “This is for you, Goddess. Your signature disguise.” The immaculate thing was dotted with black and gold tear-drop diamonds, so exquisite they shimmered even in the dim hallway. Oh shit. This whole shenanigan got more intriguing by the minute. As I slipped on the mask and almost orgasmed from the feel of the smooth leather brushing my face, Kallum pulled me into the room and positioned me in front of a gigantic mirror.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

“I just— I thought William’s wife was someone else. A woman named Elise. At the masquerade party—” “Oh, don’t be silly,” Jasmine said with a cheerful demeanor. “I used a fake French accent. It was a masquerade party, after all. The whole point was to be someone else. And after being blindsided and betrayed by my ex-husband? Well, I quite enjoyed the fantasy.” Martin’s jaw tightened. I could see the sweat beading along his forehead. His hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something to ground him.

he said. I smiled at his words genuinely because I truly feel beautiful right now. I am wearing make-up-- a thing that I haven't done in my life until tonight. It's honestly a shame that I have to cover my face with a mask because the said theme of the party is a masquerade. "You will let me in and forget this happened," I whispered to him as I stared directly into his eyes. Seconds after, there was a red sparkle sparked in his eyes. The man nodded at me with full obedience as he untied the red ribbon that served as a blockade.

Something about the spontaneity felt good—like I was reclaiming a part of myself I’d buried under meetings and perfectionism. Tonight, there were no pitches. No edits. No expectations. Just me, Rachel, a dance floor, and whatever kind of trouble we could get into wearing masks. ⸻ Masquerade looked like a fever dream. Velvet ropes. Gold-plated trim. A bouncer who looked carved from granite stood guard. Except us. “Hey, Mikey,” Rachel purred, lifting her fox mask just enough to flash a smile. “Rachel,” he grinned. “You’re late.”

“But you do believe it. Otherwise, why try so hard to shake me tonight?” Celine's jaw tightened, the only crack in her mask. She stepped back, lifting her glass again. “Enjoy the party, darling. While it lasts.” Amy watched her disappear into a knot of photographers, camera flashes kissing the sapphires. Anger burned, but underneath it a new kind of focus settled. She turned toward the stage. Ten minutes later, murmurs rippled through the crowd as several board members drifted together near the auction tables. Amy caught snippets. “ …emotional strain.”

“Of course. Alpha Denice and Avery will stay behind, while we get Anna. The safe phrase is: volatile retribution. Once we have located her and we give her the phrase, she should come without a fuss, if not, there is one other phrase used. The second phrase is: only the strong survive. Although we shouldn’t have to use it, that’s our last resort. Riley and Gabe, you two will move together; you’re our best. Alpha Gregory, you and I will move together and Luna will keep an eye on things from a distance. If anything happens, Moon Goddess be with us all. We can get this done tonight, but we have to be swift.” Denice then spoke. “We really want to give it another night, but we can’t risk Anna bein

But I must remain steadfast, strategic – playing the role of an admirer, a devotee to her grandeur. I return her gaze with an innocent smile, my eyes concealed behind the elegant masquerade mask. I’m glad Sebastian handed me a masquerade mask, which I totally forgot when we got here. And I wanted to thank the theme of the party. So, I won’t have to show my full face. I want suspense. I don’t want Harper to see my full face yet. "Oh, I'm your avid fan, Mrs. Davis! I've heard stories about you, and I must say you're my idol," I declare, my voice carefully modulated to exude admiration.