Sailor Moon Masked Novels & Stories

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

“Yes, Sir.” One of the masked men stepped forward. He wore a raven mask, sleek and black, with a dark tailored suit that clung to his tall, muscular frame. The second was leaner, a serpent mask glinting silver over ice-blue eyes. Both watched her like predators circling prey. “She’s beautiful,” the serpent murmured, voice low and smooth. “You weren’t exaggerating.” “She’s ready,” her Master replied. “Trained. Obedient. Eager.”

No, I haven’t been back but Selene wanted to come when she heard the guys in my office talking about it. “Selene, are you sure you want to go?” I asked her as she plops down in my lap. “Yes, I think it’s a good time for us to get back to where it all began for us. Where I first met the real you.” She smiles at me. “Well, I guess it has been a while since we ventured there.” I replied as my hand went to her throat pulling her in closer until I took her soft pillowy lips. “Rowan, are you ready?” Selene asks as I tie her mask for her. Tonight is as usual a mask on event. Her mask is a forest green and black color with fancy scrolls coming from the upper the side.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

Her eyes were full of terror. A young masked man stepped in, he wore black throughout with a long black jacket hovering in the wind. "Welcome! my most trusted gee! He clapped slowly and continued "we saw this damsel wandering around and I thought it wise to bring her to you as my gift for yesterday's operation." He chuckled, massaging his jaw. "I don't have time for such, Stone. Girls are out of my priorities" the young man whose name happens to be Moon, scoffed while glaring hard at her.

"The masking spell is back up again, I can't break it; it's too powerful." "But the moon—" "The power I am drawing from the moon is not enough," he said, closing his eyes. "No, please," I cried, my entire perched-up composure dissolving. "It has to be enough; it worked the first time." "Maybe because Delaney was breaking the masking spell while I was performing the locator spell," Elias explained.

My skin was flawless, glowing with a faint, iridescent silver hue that repelled the very rain falling from the sky as I broke the surface of the ocean, drawing in a sharp, gasping breath of the stormy night air. I dragged myself onto a hidden, rocky shore beneath the cliffs, my long dark hair matting against my back. I reached into a waterproof bag I had buried near the rocks days prior, pulling out a sleek, floor-length gown of midnight black and the shimmering, diamond-cut silver token for Mask 99. Searing, addictive vengeance coursed through my blood, making my silver eyes flare in the dark. Kael and Seraphina were up at the elite estate right now, raising a glass, celebrating the murder

Then, she picked up the ghostly black mask from the bedside table, her eyes flashing mischievously. Sally then sat on me, straddled me, her wet pussy hovering just above my cock, teasing me with its heat. Slowly, she lowered the mask onto my face, securing it in place. "I love a masked man," she purred, leaning down so her breasts brushed against my chest.

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic