Blue Masquerade Mask Novels & Stories

Elena Alfonso, an omega of Crescent Moonstone Pack, kind and loving girl. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she meets her mate or rather mates cause they were two, the two Alpha Princes who are twins. Meeting them was confusing for her cause she never knew her actual mate, her hearts beats for them both even her wolf is also confused. But then, who truly is her mate?

Emma, a 22 years old girl finds her life falling apart as she struggles with unending bills. Just when she thought all was over she got a lifeline from Ethan Brooks. In the glamorous realm of the House of Brooks, Ethan concocts a contract marriage for convenience, Emma not being a fan of Ethan reluctantly filled the role. It started off as just business but genuine feelings began to emerge but family disapproval, jealousy, and societal pressure threatened their love. This is not the story of how Emma finds a happy-ever-after kind love, this is a story of how Emma died.

After getting drunk at a wedding party, Summer Hart had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. We'll divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me—not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. 'Holding hands? Dream on.' After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Mark Valentine?" "Shame? What is shame?"

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.

"PAPILLON!!!" His scream ripped through the house as his fist slammed into the wall right beside my head. The impact was deafening, before I could even blink, he lunged. His hand snapped around my neck. I gasped, my body going rigid as his grip locked me in place... not tight enough to kill, but firm enough to control, to own, to make sure I couldn't move… couldn't look away from him. His eyes burned into mine... wild, furious and terrifying. "Say it again," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "Say you like him one more time and I'll go back to him, I won't just beat him, Papillon…" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make me swallow hard. "I'll cut his tongue out and bring it to you in a box." My heart dropped. My lips parted, but no sound came out. What… What have I gotten myself into? ~~~ After I found a secret about my mom, my dad sent me to Paris saying it was the best way to escape from Mom's cage. What I didn't expect was to meet Logan, but everyone in L'impasse des Ombres calls him Bloodbath. He wasn't the gentle, patient kind of man I had read about in books. He wasn't safe. He wasn't soft. He was danger wrapped in calm confidence. Darkness disguised as temptation. He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about... calm on the surface, but with something dark and merciless lurking underneath. He wasn't like me... I didn't belong to his dark world. But instead of running away, I found myself begging to feel his warm tongue against my skin. He ruined the careful, obedient girl I had always been. And the worst part was… I wanted him to. I craved him.

In an ancient time of castles, palaces, kingdoms, kings, and queens, Aurora was the soon-to-be Luna of the Moonfang pack, and she had just one dream. To finally find her mate and have the perfect soulmate to rule her pack with. Finally, a year before her coronation, she met him. Perez. A common rouge with no name or glory. His identity doesn't stop her pure heart from giving him a chance. On the day of her coronation, she gives up her crown to him. Making him the Alpha of her pack instead of her being crowned Luna. However, things take a horrible turn when he breaks their mate bond, kills her father, and banishes her immediately after becoming king. He was a man with a mission and now he had successfully snatched Aurora's pack from her. Left broken and dejected, Aurora leaves. Will she be able to rise from the ashes? Will she be able to get her revenge? And will she have the strength to stomach the new truths she will uncover?

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.

Kim has Genophobia, and that's why she can't be in a relationship for too long. Meanwhile, her family wanted her to get married soon. Same with Kim, Ronald J. Gavel was also ordered by his grandpa to get married as soon as possible, or he would be betrothed to the woman of his grandpa's choice. Kim is Ronald's employee at JG. Company, but they live in opposite apartment units. When he finds out that Kim is in the same boat as him, Ronald offers her a contract marriage.

One night was supposed to mean nothing… until it suddenly meant everything. After a betrayal that leaves her world in pieces, Nora Vaughn makes one reckless choice—to lose herself in the arms of a stranger. No names. No expectations. Just escape. But when she walks into her new job days later, she comes face-to-face with the man from that night. Only now, he’s not just a stranger, he’s her new boss. And he’s acting like he doesn’t even know her. Was she just forgettable… or is he pretending for a reason?

I have my headphones on as I direct flight routes. A pilot named Everett Wright suddenly switches into the voice channel I'm on. Then, he publicly mocks me for being inept in bed. "Hey, Jacob! Your wife said you're practically hopeless in bed and that you're done in just a second! Are you seriously a one-second shooter? Ahahaha!" When the rest of the crew hear Everett's words, they can't stop themselves from laughing too. Thinking that this isn't humiliating enough for me, Everett flicks on a private channel purposefully. I can hear my wife, Charlotte O'Brien, suppressing her moans and pants. "Hurry up, honey! Why did you switch to my husband's channel? Stop messing around and just turn it off already!" Charlotte's voice is tinged with a hint of affection. She doesn't care about whether or not I got humiliated—she just enjoys the thrill of being able to flirt with her lover in public.