Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway. Leo had tipped his cousin off the theme of the masquerade was dark fairytale, so Ivanna had planned her makeup according. When Amber glanced at herself in the full length mirror in her room, she legit barely recognized herself. The Spider Queen was alive and well bitches! Her eyes were in smoky shades of grey and black, her cheeks perfectly contoured to give her more definition than God had given her. Ivanna hadn’t bothered with fake lashes, as they would only interfere with her mask, but thankfully God hadn’t been stingy in that department to begin with. She already had long, th

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

Her hair was bouncing freely while mine was braided my fair skin was uncovered starting from my neck down to my arms. I wore my masquerade mask. It was simple and white. The hall was filled with filthy rich people. Women were wearing excessive amount of jewelries. Their necks were covered with large rare stones, their masks were made mostly of precious gems that even their nails were painted with gold ash. Everything was shining an expensive. “Marchans can’t resist this.” Invisible Fafaniya whispered to my ear. Determined to look for one, we decided to part ways. But Fafaniya insisted to go with me.

“Yes, Alpha.” He sauntered off toward the bathroom for a quick change while she seized the opportunity to gather the masks. The occasion was a masquerade-themed extravaganza, Raymond’s chosen concept. Her fingers danced across the masks’ surfaces, each telling a tale of elegance and charisma. The first mask, resplendent in gold and adorned with rubies, caught her eye. A fleeting glance at her attire reassured her that it harmonized seamlessly with her crimson dress. Next in line was a sleek black mask, its glossy velvet covering exuding an air of mystery.

They held delicate crystal flutes of champagne, their faces shielded by elaborate, grotesque masquerade masks—gold-plated skulls, feathered plague doctors, and lacquered porcelain visors. When the heavy, gilded iron doors at the top of the sweeping marble staircase groaned open, the whispers died a sudden, violent death. Victoria De Luca and Giordano Salvatore stepped onto the landing. If the crowd below was a collection of monsters, Victoria and Giordano looked like the gods who ruled them. Victoria’s liquid-black silk gown clung to her frame like a shadow, the thigh-high slit exposing just enough of her long, pale leg to show the dark strap of her garter holster. Her face, hidden behind th

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

It was softer. --- Venice. St. Mark's Square. The annual Masquerade Ball. The entire city was lost in a haze of mystery and indulgence. I wore a diamond-encrusted butterfly mask and a deep red silk gown. Lorenzo wore a black, half-face mask. He looked like an elegant devil. "Everyone here is pretending to be someone else," he whispered in my ear. "Tonight, who do you want to be?" "A free woman," I answered without a second's thought.

Wearing that mask had helped her lose all her inhibitions. Now she wore a different mask, but it was still a mask. She had put back on her disguise! Big black-rimmed glasses, colour spray to dull her hair and unflattering clothes hiding her figure. Maybe it was time to remove it all for good now. Ava was due to marry and wouldn’t care what she looks like, surely! Ava had caught herself the most eligible bachelor in the area.

The lace, silk and ribbon were something a girl like Julia would wear to ensure she got fucked the moment she stepped into a room. Far from the types of things I was used to. “Bother you? I’m simply here to find a mask for the masquerade that’s taking place in the city,” he replied in a matter-of-fact, kind of way. As if it was normal to be shopping in this store at the same particular time as I was. Coincidence, maybe. But I wasn’t one to believe in that kind of thing. Narrowing my eyes I frowned. “Sure it is, if that’s the case then I believe our conversation is done. Now, if you will excuse me.”