Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

Every so often, one of them looked toward Kain and looked away again just as quickly. The servers down here weren’t dressed like the ones above. They wore masks of their own, ornate and feathered, with ribbons tied around their throats. One woman’s mask was shaped like a fox, her dress split to her hip; another had her chest wrapped in gold wire and nothing else. They carried trays of champagne, glasses that caught the lamplight like liquid fire. Luca tried to look anywhere else. “Wh–why’s ev–everyone st–staring?”

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

“No, that water’s too good for her. Use the toilet.” I squirmed and struggled in a desperate bid to free myself from the firm hold I’d been placed under. When it seemed I’d be able to turn the tables, the first girl got to my other side to lend her aid in keeping me pressed down. I screamed and kicked wildly, but it made no difference. The girl got the handkerchief into the toilet’s bowl before exiting the stall to stand before me. She shoved it into my face, scrubbing harshly in an attempt to rid me of the mask my mother had helped me put on. Each time the handkerchief went dry, she made another trip into the stall to replenish its stores. My neck…arms…back…the girl did a thorough cleanup,

Just like neanderthals, they were searching for mere copulation in the forest. Their lust was not concealed at all. There were all kinds of masks and coats of different sizes in the dressing room. Basically, no one could recognize each other as long as one had their own masks on. "Hansen, are we also going to participate in this?" Liya looked at the people walking into the dressing room in groups of twos and threes. She was a little uneasy. She was very willing to participate in this romantic masquerade, but the premise was that she could choose Hansen amongst the crowd.

The massive double doors had swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, a woman, poised and elegant, with an air of mystery that seemed to draw everyone in. She wore a long, flowing gown that shimmered under the chandeliers, hugging her curves and swaying with each step as she moved into the room. But what really caught my attention was the mask she wore. Unlike the others, which were ornate and colorful, hers was a deep, shadowy black, adorned with silver accents. It covered most of her face, leaving only her visible eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowd as if searching for something, or someone.

But everyone here is wearing a mask, making it difficult to recognize anyone. I am annoyed that I can't see her face, but on the other hand, I am happy too that these masquerade balls allow me a chance to mingle in the crowd without anyone recognizing me. The anonymity provided by the masks gives me a newfound sense of freedom, allowing me to let loose and embrace the occasion without fear of judgment or scrutiny.

His heavy black boots were one of a kind. "Hello, darlings. I'm back here again. I'm gonna buy our dear participants more time while entertaining you." As he said this, several females climbed onto the stage. They were dressed in white, pearl studded bras, extremely short red skirts with black fishnet stockings underneath and 10-inch heels. They were wearing red masks that covered their face entirely. The unified rainbow hair colour and style showed that they were wearing wigs too. There were whistles and some applause from the crowd, many of whom were hurrying to the venue after going for a break.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

I had made a point of pretending he wasn’t there, even when his presence felt impossible to ignore. What had that kiss been about, anyway? Why would he kiss me when he had already promised himself to someone else? Annoyance tightened in my chest, and I released a quiet breath through my nose. “Ah! That reminds me.” Jane brightened further. “Since it’s a masquerade, we’ll need proper masks too. We can’t ruin beautiful new clothes with those cheap things sold in ordinary shops.” Her enthusiasm brought a faint smile to my face, but I still wasn’t certain I wanted to attend.

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button