Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

She'd gone overboard with her provocation just now and had dug her own grave. "By the way, there will be a thrilling event tonight. After cutting the cake, there will be a masquerade party. Everyone will be changing into a costume and will be equipped with a voice changer. Then, everyone will be paired up anonymously and will dance away the night. When the clock strikes at midnight, everyone must kiss their partner. Then, and only then, they will be allowed to take off their masks." Christin had a wicked grin when he said that. "I'll go and see if there is anyone here that suits my taste, I am looking for a girlfriend!"

He asked. "Yes yes sir." The recieved said with a shivering voice. "You know who is speaking right?" He asked again and the head of department replied with an overly excited and shivering yes. "Good, I need you to do something for me." He said and relayed a set of instructions to him before hanging up. "Now that's how you treat your wife well." He said as he unties the masquerade mask and placed it on the cabinet in the kitchen. As he did the dishes, Edward hummed to the song his favourite song and did a little saying around.

Instead, he just stared at her with a hot gaze. Kisa tried to keep her anxiety down. She grabbed his chin, smiled flirtatiously, and said, "Why do you keep looking at me like this? What? Do you have feelings for me?" The man grabbed her hand with one of his hands and tried to take off her mask with the other. Kisa was startled. She took two steps back subconsciously and said, "This is a masquerade ball, sir. The masks stay on."

she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her clitoris. Cassie moaned loudly. "Ah, you like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her clitoris. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her inner thighs.

Or was it the kiss that they shared last night— "Pardon me, milord, but I don't know what are you talking about," she said as she was amused with herself that was keeping her voice calm in this pressured situation right now. The marquis was chuckling lowly before something was dropping to the floor in front of her. She gasped before she was looking at the brown mask that she was wearing last night for the masquerade ball. The very mask that she left with Ian, the stranger that she pretended to be someone else, danced and kissed last night.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

Realization hit me when I realized it was Chloe’s best friend, Mary. I couldn’t help what happened next. I kissed her with the most passion I could muster up. I could tell it took her by surprise because she didn’t kiss me back at first. Once she got over her shock, she started kissing me too, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. Chloe’s POV My heart raced with anticipation as I descended into the grand masquerade ball, the luxurious fabric of my gown whispering against the grand hall's marble floors. The room shimmered with opulence and elegance, guests cloaked in mystery behind intricate masks, adding an air of excitement to the evening.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

There was nothing left to do but completely cover the space between and she didn’t need to try because in a second he crashed his lips into hers. The room stilled The music sounded like murmurs It was her first kiss and she had it with a handsome stranger at a masked party. It was the perfect end to her dream