Romans & histoires Lesbian Mask

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

I said hoarsely. “Perfect, and fitting too.” Sesora smiled. “No one is more suited to represent The Whore in the Red Mask than you, Vera. That color on a pleasure maiden always symbolizes the best of the best, because of its very first wearer, Eve the Red Mask. Ever heard of her?” I am her, Sesora. “Who has not heard of her? She is legendary.” “That she is,” Sesora said reverently. “Did you know Moira, Lily, Rose, and Semiar all worked with her in the past?”

Shit, this makes me nervous. "Before you go inside, you must use this, ma'am. Tonight is a special night of the month when we do this masquerade party. So, anyone can meet others without knowing his or her identity." Josh gives me a white lace mask. "Okay, so no one will know me?" "Yes, correct, and here, use this bracelet. Enjoy your night, ma'am." Lucky for me. Not even Selene or Gabriel can't identify me. This is so good.

The figure fleeing from the operating room was fast, but Cedric was faster. In an instant, he pressed the person against the wall. "Dr. Connor … am I such a terrifying beast that you have to run from me like this?" Cedric smiled roguishly as he pulled the mask off the woman. "Do you think you can escape me this time?" As he spoke, the smile on his handsome face froze when he saw the woman's face. Not many people had seen Dr. Connor's face, but all the information on her said that she was Danurian, with the distinctive features of a local woman. But the woman before him did not have those features. Instead, she was blonde-haired and blue-eyed.

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.”

"Zuberi, you've hated this mask since the day I brought you back from the badlands. Why are you suddenly desperate for me to wear it?" "Because!" Zuberi stammers, shifting his weight nervously and looking at the floor. "Because if you walk into the Eclipse Den showing your unmasked face while wearing that legendary armor, every Alpha male in the five territories will fight to the death to claim you! Then Supreme Alpha Idris will have to slaughter fifty males just to reach your side!" Zuberi is only five years old, but his mind constantly calculates territorial dominance like an old pack strategist. I pull the hardened leather mask over my features, strapping it tightly behind my ears. The da

“Yes, you are. Thanks to you, I just came up with a plan.” I grab my phone and dial Lizzy’s number. She picks up on the first ring. "Hey, Stacy! You all set for tonight?" "Almost," I say. "But I need a favor. Can you grab a dozen masks for the gala tonight? I want to turn it into a masquerade." Lizzy squeals in delight. “A masquerade? Oh, that sounds amazing! Consider it done. I’ll make sure everyone’s masked up.” I thank her and hang up, glancing back at Liam. “You really saved the day, buddy.”

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

He told her and noticed how she was still staring at that Skull Emblem of that mask. “It’s my favorite mask, there are only five masks which was made for five of us, it will protect you when you go out of the packhouse, you know, you are unmated with alpha and he has not marked you, so there are chances they will think of you as the rogue but they will know you are one of us because now you have this mask.” He described to her and she nodded and put on the mask on her face and now only her eyes could be noticed.

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.