Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

"Then make me forget." She didn't wait. She pulled my head down. Her lips crashed into mine. I didn't pull away. I crushed her against the wall. My hands found the silk of her dress, my fingers digging into her skin. I wanted to break her. I wanted to taste the lie. Then I froze. The kiss was wrong. Her lips were too soft. Too pliable. I pulled back, my eyes Narrowing. I reached out and touched her cheek. It didn't feel like skin. It felt like warm, melted plastic. A prosthetic. A mask over a mask.

I snapped, stepping forward to tear the black lace out of his fingers. "Hm... tsk, tsk," Kyle clicked his tongue, his smirk widening as he raised his hand effortlessly out of my reach. His eyes burned through the slits of his masquerade mask, devouring the way my chest heaved against the tight emerald dress. "Watch your tone, Aura. Your mouth wasn't made for spitting insults at me."

The stranger’s words still echoed in my ears like a dark promise: “Because I can smell how wet you already are.” I stood frozen on the rooftop terrace, champagne flute trembling slightly in my grip. The golden mask suddenly felt too tight against my flushed cheeks. Around us, the masquerade pulsed with uninhibited lust. Soft moans drifted on the warm night breeze as bodies moved in elegant, shameless tangles. A few feet away, a woman in a peacock mask was on her knees between two men, her head bobbing rhythmically while they shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss above her.

Felix watched in surprise as her earlier joyful expression, when she had wanted to surprise Dread at the party, transformed into pure anger. “Thank you for the dress and the mask,” she said, forcing a smile as she handed the masquerade mask back to him. “I have to leave.” Without waiting for a response, she strode past him toward the exit. Before her foot could even touch the threshold, she was abruptly pulled into the darkness. She gasped as her back hit the wall. Looking up, she found Dread pressing his entire body against hers, trapping her between him and the cold stone. “What are you…?” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Dread crushed his lips to hers with desperate ur

Frustrated by the interruption, Mason cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Can't you feel it's too late?" Mason's voice dripped with mischief as he pressed his arousal against her, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Isabel. Her lips parted, giving Mason the opportunity to deepen their connection with a passionate kiss.

Maddy whispered as we walked through an archway covered in roses. “Who isn't here? I saw that actor you like,” I whispered back. I felt like we were sneaking around the property. Despite having rented two designer dresses and getting our hair and makeup done professionally, I still felt like we didn't belong. I had this horrible premonition that security was going to find out we were there at any moment and throw us out. I had the invitation with our names on it in my purse, ready to whip out and show anyone who asked.

As she dressed, her attention drifted to the ugly puckered claw marks and pale scars marred her delicate skin. Melody let out an exasperated sigh before turning away from the mirror and averting her eyes away from the gruesome scars. Dressed and clean, Melody continued her morning routine like brushing her teeth and pulling her towel-dried hair into a low ponytail. Walking out, she stuffed the cash placed on the kitchen counter into her pocket, along with the spare house keys. On the trip to Tensers she recalled Mino mentioning the local grocery store was a few streets back from the house. Melody proceeded to the front door only to halt by a dark shadow lingering behind the bushes that cover

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. And then, without hesitation, I kissed her. It was a kiss devoid of restraint, I didn’t hold back as I’d done earlier. It was a kiss fueled by the intensity of my emotions, as if my very existence depended on it. In that moment, I kissed her with the same fervor I would have kissed the mysterious girl behind the mask, had I known her true identity. I kissed her to distract myself from the pain in my heart, for it was the only way I knew how to find solace.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”