Novel & Cerita Maskys Story

Her mask is a forest green and black color with fancy scrolls coming from the upper the side. “Yes, my love. Let’s head down to the main floor.” I scan the crowd from my one-way mirror. The club is full as usual. People wearing next to nothing or in a full suit. My beautiful wife takes my hand after I place my matching mask to hers on. As I get to the door my assistant smiles at us and hands me a box. “As you requested sir.” She tells me. I replaced my assistant with Tara. A woman I had no sexual relationship with and was a fan of my wife. She was also a lesbian and I knew that was perfect.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

The young lady Monteverde cannot find the words to say to her as she is not lying when looking straight to her eyes. “H-How is it possible?” out of her curiosity, she is asking for more. The woman continues to make her more beautiful. Patting some powder to her face. The mascara that she is putting gives more life to her eyes. “I wanted to escape before because of the abuses that he do to me. Jostein is addicted to BDSM… I cannot bare to do it before that is why I tried to escape.” Keesha is speechless when hearing those words from her. She sighed as the woman makes her steady not to ruin her face.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

I removed my mask and noticed that my make-up was slowly melting and I was already sweating so I opened my purse and made some retouch of my make-up. I heard a flush from the last cubicle as it opened and a lady with a red dress walked out. I looked at her and just continued applying some powder and blush on. "I know you," she suddenly stated as she washes her hands beside me She was wearing a gold mask the compliments her jewelry, she doesn't look familiar to me though. "Your Inka, right? One of the new millionaires of the country." She added, I just smiled a little and applied some lipstick

She doesn’t whisper excitement; she broadcasts it. We bought our outfits, then wandered into a mask shop where walls were lined with feathers, jewels, hand-painted designs, and colors so dramatic they felt alive. Maya picked a mask with shimmering emerald details. I went for one covered in tiny silver stars. “Imagine us at the carnival,” Maya said as she tested her mask in the mirror. “Dancing, screaming, eating too much candy, not caring about anything and definitely going to the fortune teller tent. We're going to the fortune teller right”

"He called me a fraud. A liar." But then why did he kiss me like that? Why did it feel so right when everything about it was wrong? "Because you're an omega," I tell myself. "Because that's all you are now. That's all you'll ever be." I'm not sure when I started crying. I only notice when the salt reaches my tongue. The tears come quietly, no sobs or sounds, just wetness on my cheeks that I can't stop. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. The ceremonial robe pools around me on the floor, expensive fabric that now feels like a costume I never should have worn.

he mumbled, a bit panicking as he looked around for any person. “Chill, didn’t you say we’re the only ones here?” She asked, comforting him. “How do I look?” She asked with the mask on. He took a minute to stare at her and nodded, “It looks good on you.” She smiled at that, satisfied. “I’m planning on making another one like this so we’ll be the same.” She announced. Duke Raziel froze at that, “Do you have to?” She nodded, “Yes, I want to.”