Masquerade Couple Novels & Stories

Aria and I exchanged a confused glance as she navigated to some webpage or another. But then she thrust her phone into our faces. And there it was—a headline splashed across the top: “Mystery Couple Steals the Spotlight at Masquerade Gala!” Underneath was a photo of us dancing together, our masks in place, followed by another photo of the kiss. Aria’s eyes scanned the screen frantically. “Oh no,” she whispered, taking the phone from Bella’s hand. I leaned in, a little confused. Both of our faces were fully obscured between the masks and the angle, so it should have been okay, right?

“ Perfect “ Zara muttered to herself. Zara: I need a date. And a partner in crime for Step Six. Masquerade party. She stared at the message for a split second before hitting send. Not because she doubted he’d say yes, but because she already knew he would. Leo replied almost immediately, like he’d been waiting for her to say something like this. Leo: A masquerade? Perfect. My face is literally my biggest secret weapon. Mask or no mask, I’m in Zara. Zara chuckled to herself. The game was on again. And this time, it would be played in silk, mystery, and shadows.

Her words made everyone return to their senses. The crowd surged forward to get a better look at what was happening. Inside the dressing room, a pastel yellow evening gown had been carelessly flung on the floor. A tall man in a pink shirt was pinning a woman in a white gown to the floor. The man's shirt was half undone, and his head was buried in the woman's chest. The woman's strapless gown had been tugged down to her waist, revealing her fair skin. The hem had also been messily pushed up to her hips.

The words she chose, however, carried a different intent. "Exactly," I said. "Not everyone can make it on ability alone. Some people have to rely on other advantages. You must've dealt with plenty of trouble over the years. Those angry wives can be relentless. Still, it's good to hear you're married now. At least that clears up any misunderstandings." I knew Cassandra's husband. People called him a wealthy tycoon, but in reality, he was nothing more than a contractor with some money. He was nearly 50, with no looks and no physique to speak of. The only thing he had going for him was his bank account.

“I just— I thought William’s wife was someone else. A woman named Elise. At the masquerade party—” “Oh, don’t be silly,” Jasmine said with a cheerful demeanor. “I used a fake French accent. It was a masquerade party, after all. The whole point was to be someone else. And after being blindsided and betrayed by my ex-husband? Well, I quite enjoyed the fantasy.” Martin’s jaw tightened. I could see the sweat beading along his forehead. His hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something to ground him.

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

Why did someone have to appear at such a time? Beatrice, ever so kind, extended her hand for a handshake and approached her. Mrs. Davidson explained that the masquerade was meant to allow everyone to forget their identities and break down barriers, enabling more free-flowing conversations. Beatrice greeted her warmly, “Hello, your mask is very beautiful.” Candice smiled and replied casually, “Thank you. Would you like me to help you pick a mask?” Beatrice eagerly agreed, “That would be wonderful. You youngsters always have better taste than us.”

At this time, the big screen showed the prizes and the rules of the game. "Our game has to be played in pairs. Winning this game does not only depend on your brain but also on physical strength. Therefore, the pair should be one man and one woman. Of course, single men and women don’t have to be upset because it doesn't have to be a couple. Our theme is 'Masquerade', hence a total of fifty pairs of masks are provided. If you want to participate in the event, you can choose a pair for couples, or you can have a pair for men and women if you have a match. Paired masks are available in the first and second boxes. If you want to try your luck and depend on fate, the masks for men are in the thir

And both wear elegant masquerade masks that conceal their identities. Who could they be?