Female Masquerade Masks Novels & Stories

Heath glanced at her and spoke, "I'll have matters to attend to with Eamon later; don't wander off. Stay and enjoy the banquet." Aurora nodded, intuitively feeling that Heath didn't wish to disclose the details of his business to her. The masquerade ball was a swirl of strangers' faces, with the majority of the men forgoing masks as their presence was business-oriented, not for covert leisure. In contrast, the women companions sported a variety of masks, their attendance purely for the festivities, along with the socialites wearing exquisite makeup, for whom their visage was key to allure the opposite sex - why would they hide behind masks?

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

Her mask, a sleek black fox with delicate gold filigree around the eyes, felt heavier. Inside, the party already throbbed with low music and the murmur of too many bodies. Crystal chandeliers dripped warm light over velvet drapes and dark wood. Champagne flutes moved through the crowd like schools of silver fish. Everyone wore masks: lions, ravens, porcelain dolls, devils. Faces hidden, intentions very much not.

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

Do I know her? She is wearing a lilac dress that flows down her body, kissing her curves and putting some nice boobs on display. No, I surely would remember those. The color of the dress matches her mask, like everybody else’s does. It’s quite common actually. Hers, on the other hand, has her looking regally. She has her hair falling on her shoulders like a black silky waterfall. I don’t do dark haired. I’m still staring as my thought has me tearing back to reality. I look back to my date as her voice and the loud music which faded momentarily hits me back full force. My thoughts, however, wander back to the masked woman that just had caught my attention.

Judd said as he used a cloth to remove the excess lube and helped her to stand. "One last item," he said. He presented her with a black Venetian lace mask. "I have one like it. Well, nearly anyway. The Fantasy Ball is a masquerade. No one will ever know who we are." Using the tip of her forefinger, Jessi lightly stroked the beautiful creation. Delicate black filigree would cover most of her face from her upper lip to her forehead, and the mask had dramatic white rhinestone brows that arched from the inner corners of her eyes to the middle of her temples. She held the mask in place while Judd fastened it behind her head.

’ Alex thought to himself and concentrated his energy. However, the female puppet stood still and looked at him. Then, she said, “Dummy, why did you save her?” Alex froze. “You’re…” “I’m Mask!” the female puppet said. “...” Alex looked at the female puppet in a daze. He felt a little uncomfortable. Mask had saved him before, but Mask had clearly been a man. So why was Mask a female now, all of a sudden?! “You’re Mask? Which one is your real body? Are you a male or female?!”

No question of letting my true goal shine through. The dim lights played with the female silhouettes moving in the main room. Women in bikinis, others in outrageously sexy outfits, all masked. These masks... they gave the scene an unreal, almost disturbing atmosphere. As if I had entered a secret theater where everyone played a forbidden role. Their quiet laughter, their seductive gestures, their glances behind the slits of the masks... Everything gave me the impression of having entered a parallel universe.

I watched with fascination as skilled artisans crafted a custom dress for me, the fabric flowing like water in their expert hands. My hair was styled into an elegant updo, adorned with delicate jewels that caught the light with every movement. As the makeup artist delicately applied the final touches, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in the pit of my stomach. What would the night ahead hold? This was all so new, so unfamiliar. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. Miriam handed me a mask, its intricate design reflecting the visage of a majestic wolf. "It's tradition for the guests to wear masks at the masquerade," she explained, her voice tinged with excitement.

I just need some hint, and she needs to spill it to me. “You’re clueless about the things around here. Let me give you some advice, go home. You won’t even get a second of her time. She will never talk to someone…inexperienced”, Okay, so Sakaguchi is a ‘she’. Now, the numbers could be lowered. How many ladies were wearing a Japanese traditional mask? One, two, three, four. It’s down to four. One’s wearing a Hannya mask. The two were wearing Oni masks, while the last one was wearing a Kitsune mask.