Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

A woman stood in the center, giggling drunkenly as she unhooked her bra to the wild cheers of the men surrounding her. My wolf growled in revulsion. This wasn't a masquerade—it was a thinly veiled orgy, the masks merely providing the illusion of anonymity for actions they'd never admit to in daylight. "Alpha Blackwood?" A purring voice interrupted my thoughts. A woman in a silver cat mask and a dress cut so low it barely contained her ample cleavage pressed herself against my arm. "I've been waiting for someone like you all night." I stared down at her, letting my contempt show plainly.

His world had shrunk to the four walls of her domain and the sound of her voice. The night of the masquerade arrived. Julianna handed him his costume: a tailored black tuxedo. It felt alien against his skin, a costume in every sense. She herself was a vision of terrifying beauty. She wore a gown of deep crimson, the colour of fresh blood, and a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, shaped like the elegant, spreading wings of a raven. She didn’t need a mask to be intimidating, but it made her look like a goddess of vengeance.

I felt like I was naked with only a sliver of fabric over my body, concealing nothing. Maybe the mask would make me feel better. So I placed the bedazzled, masquerade mask over my eyes and tied it behind my head. It was in the shape of a cat, sitting prettily on my face with its ears peeking up. I applied the blood red lipstick, Fiona had instructed me to wear along with the mask. I leaned into the mirror, staring back at my reflection. I had transformed into a bad ass, cat woman. All that was missing was a whip and I was ready to star in a movie.

It was like Heaven and Earth. The female's hair was swept up in an elaborate hairdo and had a few hair accessories that glistened under the limelight. Every eye could tell that the hair embellishments cost a fortune. She was wearing a golden masquerade mask, adding a touch of mystery that all died to unravel. It had silver beaded tassels that only concealed the sides of her face, leaving her nose and lips to be seen. These tassels barely exceeded her jawline, giving ample room for the diamond necklace encircling her neck to shine.

“Mask?” The Masque was a private club owned by Lady Clement, who apparently had a thing for masquerade balls. In addition to hosting her annual masquerade, Lady Clement required that members of The Masque where masks—as well as surrender their phones at the entrance—to protect everyone’s privacy. I was certain that there was some sexual component to the mask requirement as well, but I tried not to think about that.

Shit, this makes me nervous. "Before you go inside, you must use this, ma'am. Tonight is a special night of the month when we do this masquerade party. So, anyone can meet others without knowing his or her identity." Josh gives me a white lace mask. "Okay, so no one will know me?" "Yes, correct, and here, use this bracelet. Enjoy your night, ma'am." Lucky for me. Not even Selene or Gabriel can't identify me. This is so good.

Many round tables were dotted around the room, decorated tastefully with a gold and red motif of colors which represents wealth, prosperity and good fortune. This masquerade ball certainly was a display of wealth and prosperity, from the crystal Champaign glasses and silver and gold cutlery to the stunning paintings and decorations on the wall. But that wasn't what caught one's eyes! Inside the ballroom were group of people wearing cloths, jewelries and other accessories that worth millions of dollars. The women's ear rings, rings, and necklace and bracelet all together shone brighter than the light in the room. Anyone who caught a glimpse inside the room would Immediately know that this was

The sensuality in her voice when she speaks even when she doesn't try makes me comfortable, the way her tone varies depending on her attitude and still sound condescending and at same time humbling is so much appealing to me and there's the way she stares at me when she talks, that look of want, threat, mischief and wonder, all in one does thing I'm not ready to agree with in my body. "You haven't taken a sip from your wine" I mention dryly, feigning indifference. She looks up at me and I realize I'm forgetting something. "I believe the theme for tonight's party is a masquerade ball" I pull a rectangular box from my tux and open it. In it are matching gold mask which covers half of the face

Not only was she very good on the pole, her anonymous appearance was intriguing to anyone who had ever watched her dance. From her striking red hair to her very curvy figure and then to her emerald eyes which were slightly concealed with a dark amber mask that covered most of her face which earned her the name 'Amber', June Skylar was the major sensation of the strip club and with good cause if anyone was being honest.

"The theme of the party is a masquerade ball. Therefore, I will take you mask shopping." "Why, what's a masquerade party?" "Well, everyone wears a mask to hide their identity. It'll be fun." "Oh!" Amelia suddenly became even more excited. "I want to have a mask like yours!" "Then we'll get matching masks. How's that?" "Yey!" A 50s-themed car appeared in front of them. A woman dressed in royal attire got out of the car and warmly greeted Sandra and Amelia. "Oh, young lady," the woman knelt before Amelia. "I believe you are Amelia?"