Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

Eryndra whimpered, her fear melting into a shudder as the table cheered, their kiss obscene, tongues clashing until the timid woman’s body sagged with surrender. Lumina followed, golden mask catching the light as though her very skin glowed. She licked her lips before reading: “Take the lips you’ve been forbidden—steal a kiss from any woman at this table.” She did not hesitate. She turned to Crescenta, her young golden skin burning beneath the black mask. Martha inhaled sharply as Lumina’s mouth pressed to hers, slow, sensual, tasting her as though savoring forbidden fruit. Martha’s hand, traitorous, lifted to Lumina’s cheek before she tore herself back, breathless.

"C'mon, princess. Your client's here and he's already got a bottle of Cristal on ice waiting." I shot him a deadly glare and drew in a steadying breath before putting on the glittery masquerade-style mask that covered the upper half of my face. At least my identity would be concealed from whatever sleazebag Gio had lined up. “And smileeee, I didn't hire a statue for a stripper so don't make me think otherwise” he added, I scoffed and shot him my signature Halloween smile. The nerves he has to try to patronize me seconds after manhandling me.

She said with a smirk. At the blink of an eye, the man pulled his mask down and kissed Khrystyanna on her lips. It is quiet forceful yet gentle, it is also bitter yet sweet at the same time and it is also full of passion and yearning that made the two moan for more at the same time.

"You're living to the fullest." "I'm surviving you," she countered, her hands clutching his shoulders so hard her knuckles were white. "Is there a difference?" Suddenly, the Count appeared in the center of the floor, holding a silver chalice. "The finale!" he shrieked. "The kiss of the damned!" [Final Objective: The Sanguine Kiss. Duration: 30 Seconds.] The masked figures leaned over the balcony, their ravenous hunger filling the air. This wasn't just a kiss for oxygen anymore; this was the game demanding a spectacle.

He came closure to her with a smirk dancing on his lips and he landed the masque in her hands. 'That masque ' She was extremely shocked and got froze on her spot when she saw the same masque she wore at her reception. She still remembered how a strange guy bumped into her and how he forced her, she was so uncomfortable with that mysterious guy. All those flashbacks hit her mind. This masque was the same as her previous one. "Why so shocked sweetheart, it's not like we are dancing the first time."He said and understood her confusion so he revealed everything in one sentence with a smirk on his red lips.

There were no happy endings here. “So, this marriage… this Masquerade Ball. How does it all work?” I asked, my voice almost hollow as I tried to understand this bizarre world I had been dragged into. Sasha’s smile turned a little warmer as she explained. “This is a bit different than your regular wedding, darling. Everyone will wear masks. Jace won’t come until later, so you just have to go around, talk, dance, enjoy yourself. And then, when he arrives, you’ll go to the front and do your vows.”

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

Mason said as he leaned down for a kiss. “Oh? Are you getting another tattoo?” I inquired, draping my arms around his neck. “What are you getting this time?” I queried. “Hm, it's a surprise,” he replied, giving nothing away. The delighted gleam in his eyes told me I would love whatever it was. Mason's kiss was short and sweet so as not to draw too much attention. Lucas demanded his turn next, tongue-fucking my mouth as a huge 'fuck you' to any on-lookers.

She smashed her lips against him, which took him by surprise. He did as she ordered and Lady Vienna threw herself to him again in an embrace, while maintaining eye contact. She grabbed his mask and put it on herself while leaning in and letting her lips answer his question. She smashed her lips against him, which took him by surprise. And Duke Raziel accepted it. Lady Vienna then broke the kiss after a few moments, “Is that enough as my answer?”

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.