Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

"They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males." Mrs. Hartley pushed away from the desk and walked behind it, opening a drawer in an armoire that stood there, and removing two thick, cashmere robes and matching pink and blue masks. The masks looked like sleep masks, but they had eye holes cut out and stitched in the center. "We have multiple safe guards in order to protect the identities of our members. This mask is required by all visitors and is to be worn in all public areas of the spa. You may remove it while alone in a fantasy room with one of our employees, but that decision is yours."

The mask, which matches, has a pair of large peacock feathers that flow out to one side, lacing back in with my hair. Ella’s gown is covered in jaguar spots. Her mask has cat ears and whiskers. “Ready?” she asks me. I’m a little unsure. I’ve never been to anything like a masquerade before, yet with the promise of allowing my true scent to flourish, I can’t resist saying, “Yes.” At first, entering the ballroom filled with masked faces and grandiose outfits, I’m a bit nervous. However, after a few drinks, I feel myself start to loosen up enough that I ease up on suppressing my wolf.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

The woman returned to walking away and Nora didn't stop her this time. Nora returned to the potion of the floor she had dusted earlier, made herself comfortable and began staring at her age mates sophisticatedly dressed. A set of five girls bypassed her: a hundred layered made-up faces, some of whom were unlucky to not have picked their right shade, making them appear like Mexican masquerades, fake hair; synthetic, human, and even animal, expensive jewelry, and heightened short fitting dresses just an inch or two long after the bum level. The group of five were chit chatting loud enough for her ears to capture whatever it is they were talking about.

I had a perfect disguise, I went into my bag and brought out a wig in a neat and tidy male like short black hair, a masquerade mask of black and white covering the whole face which I asked for Zack to prepare and a suit along with some bandages and as an extra measure, I also prepared lenses to cover my eye colour. Although, I could come out with the truth and tell everyone that I am a girl but since everyone already believes I am a male, then might as well keep up with the disguise. It can also work to my advantage in the future if anything happens to me, I could easily turn back to my female form.

She replied. The duke chuckled and asked again, “But a monster?” Lady Vienna nodded. “Yes, a handsome monster.” She patted his head to comfort him. “That’s okay, you’re with the evil Lady, Lady Vienna. We’re a match.” She said, smiling. “So that is why you wear a mask right?” Lady Vienna nodded. “Yes, a handsome monster.” She patted his head to comfort him. “That’s okay, you’re with the evil Lady, Lady Vienna. We’re a match.” She said, smiling. “So that is why you wear a mask right?”

No, not really. I deliberately selected a mask from the tray, my heart rate accelerating. The mask featured silk and gold accents, with soft ribbons, offering a sense of anonymity. A masquerade can imply a lack of accountability, as it often involves power without individual recognition. With hidden faces, intentions may be perceived as unrestrained. Of course he would be here. This is exactly his kind of stage, isn't it? He had arrived in public places, open and claiming, and this place… Damn it!

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

She’s laughing, head tipped back, at something the girl beside her has just said. Daniella. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Hair in a high ponytail, hoop earrings catching the light. Her skin glows against the pale cinderblock wall, and her eyes bright, alive, spark with a mischievous light I’d know anywhere. I stop a few feet away, stunned.

Anna reassured herself, fixing her hair and trying to keep a smile on her face, looking at the mirror. She was wearing a purple long strapless gown with a long slit reaching a little above her mid thigh, giving a nice view of her toned legs. The gown fitted her curves perfectly, complimenting them well. Since the party was of masquerade theme, Anna was wearing a matching purple and black mask with golden work on it. Will ordered the mask for her after seeing her outfit while getting one for himself. “By the way, you look too gorgeous, Anna. I’m sure the men outside will have a hard time keeping their eyes off you.” Daisy exclaimed.