Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

His thumb wanders freely across my face, and then his gentle lips touch my cheek. This is wrong. I kissed a total stranger in the dark, and I liked it. The lights come back and spread across the hall. The music resumes, and everyone greets each other with a “Merry Christmas!” But I’m too occupied to mind them. I lift my head again to see who it is. It’s the gold mask! “Oh, no.” His lips slowly curve into a seductive grin, then he turns. I reach out to stop him, but Kristoff finally appears, looking exasperated. Not because he saw the kiss, I doubt he did. It’s because his shirt is stained all over with the red cocktails.

I countered, stepping into his space. The "action" call came, and the professional mask became a reality. Marcus grabbed my hair, his hand winding into the dark locks and pulling my head back until I was looking directly into the lens over his shoulder. He crashed his mouth against mine, a brutal, deep-throated kiss that tasted of mint and raw aggression. His other hand was busy, roaming over my curves before finding my ass and giving it a sharp, thunderous slap. CRACK. "You're a professional, aren't you?" he whispered against my lips. "You can take a little heat."

Blood disguised under roses. Valerius bent close, his lips brushing her ear. “Welcome to the Masquerade.” At first, she thought it was only decadence. Dancers swirled in sweeping gowns, hands gliding over bare shoulders, masks kissing masks in secret alcoves. Champagne flutes passed from one to another, crimson stains on glass rims. But then Chloe noticed the hunger. Eyes behind masks lingered too long on throats. Smiles flashed too many teeth. A man in a wolf mask brushed past her, his gaze fixed on the pulse at her neck. A woman in crimson feathers smiled, and for an instant, Chloe swore her canines lengthened.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

she said, her eyes doing a slow, appreciative rake down my body. "You look... impossible," I managed. She smiled, a real one that reached her eyes. "Let's go be impossible together." The Kappa Sig house was a massive, colonial-style mansion pulsing with bass and colored lights. The "Midnight Masquerade" theme had spawned a sea of tuxedos, glittering dresses, and elaborate masks. The air was thick with cologne, perfume, and the promise of immorality. A bored-looking frat brother at the door collected ten bucks from me and waved Daisy in for free with a wink.

A unspoken warning that he won't be allowing me to make such a potentially disastrous move again. Smiling, I lean up and kiss him on the cheek, before backing away. “Goodnight, Kastriv.”

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

“When the judges announced their names just as everyone expected, when Lorelei and Alrik were on stage to receive their crowns, I made the hand seal of Tō and concentrated hard. My head and nothing else popped into view between them. I made sure to wear my Slayer mask this time. I was standing – or rather floating – so close to Lorelei I could see her made-up face transform, wrinkle by wrinkle, into a horrified grimace. The rest of the students, along with the senseis, mirrored her shock. Alrik, meanwhile, let out a high-pitched, piercing shriek that was totally unbecoming of someone his size. “I smiled behind my mask. Unfortunately, I still didn’t have a voice so I couldn’t make any memorab