Lesbian Mask Novels & Stories

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

It didn’t miss her eyes how they match. “They are all wearing masks,” she whispered, wondering if they don’t need one. “While I do need one since she hates this handsome face of mine—” Leon responded as he put on a gold mask that cover his half upper face. “—you don’t have to worry about yours. Today’s purpose is to make sure everyone’s attention falls on you.” Belle felt flattered and she wouldn’t lie about it, but she wondered how she will stand out. Her red gown will help her but she didn’t have enough to make her shine the most.

At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne. Ken swallowed hard and looked away, but the night offered only more. Guests in every corner had their hands full. As Ken wandered through the party, he saw two men and one woman tangled tightly together, masks askew and clothes half-unbuttoned. The woman’s hands moved over one man’s lap as she unbelted his trousers, rolling her hips slowly while the second man kissed her from behind, hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Soft gasps and wet sounds mingled with the sea breeze. The air itself felt thick with sex, lust, and expensive perfume. Ken had already seen too much. He decided to search for Steve—this was Steve’s world.

This innkeeper has set a target, I have to serve four Alphas until lunchtime. In the reflection of the flower-carved mirror, I faced him in a sexy red dress. I chose the most revealing outfit though, I still looked like a slut like this. "Ha ..." I let out a tired and resigned breath, before getting up to leave the room. Not forgetting the rules of this inn, all omega prostitutes must wear a black mask for identity safety.

It looks like the party started hours ago, it's mainly dancing going on now. No one here is masked, only two of us and upon careful analysis of the girls here, we are the sexiest. Masks are used by girls that are considered to be more of prostitutes, they wear masks so that no matter what they do, even if they take off their clothes and walk naked, no one would recognize them. Of course, there have been many cases in parties where masked ladies get drunk, strip naked and men get to have sex with them in public, before everyone. I hope that as I'm going this way, I'll attract most of the men, especially Aiden, who is the main reason I'm here but this place is so vast, you can hardly trace som

However, Cassandra claimed she was pregnant and persuaded Gideon to transfer the assets away. Unwilling to accept that, Elizabeth stormed into the company and threw sulfuric acid on Cassandra's face. Cassandra was completely disfigured, and Elizabeth was arrested. After that, Gideon's company collapsed, and he was left miserable and penniless, all of his former glory gone. In the end, Elizabeth was sentenced to five years in prison. Sebastian shed his playboy image and began focusing on his career. In the fourth month after I started preparing to get pregnant, I successfully conceived. Quincy held me and kissed me over and over again. Sebastian, who was eating an apple nearby, got so excited

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

Lily's lustrous brunette hair was gathered in a sophisticated chignon, accentuating her high cheekbones and refined features. Her figure was draped in an exquisite emerald gown, a masterpiece of her design, symbolising the harmony and collaboration between her and Phoenix. Completing her enigmatic look, Lily donned a delicate, feather-adorned mask, adding an air of mystery and sophistication—a symbol of their unique brand. Although she had gone on a show with her real face, she didn't forget the promise she made to Alana about helping her keep her identity hidden through the competition, which was why she decided to add the mask to their outfit.

“He isn’t exactly my brother. We just happened to have been born from the same mother. Plus, we didn’t come here only to test the waters, Lolita. Have fun. When was the last time we had something like that?” She rolled her eyes, knowing he won’t be able to see from her mask. They were all masked in the party, most of the women with white feathered masks that made their skin delicate. The men predictably wore horror themed masks that made them look more dangerous than they actually were. What scared Lolita more was Jarrod’s mask. It was a mixture of black and white strong mask that blended perfectly into his skin, as if it was just an extension of his true self. She felt uncomfortable just lo

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.