Twisted Wonderland Glorious Masquerade Novels & Stories

Beth We didn’t wait in line. We never did. Rachel knew the bouncer and with one wink and a smirk, we breezed past a sea of glitter, leather, and barely-there outfits into the pounding bass and dim-lit chaos of Masquerade. The air inside was humid and electric. Music throbbed low and dark like a heartbeat. Bodies already swayed and pulsed on the dance floor, hidden faces turned toward the DJ booth like worshippers at some masked altar.

However, my breath caught when I opened the thick paper and broke the seal. “You have been invited to a private masquerade party. At 9 p.m. on Saturday night. The Manor of Crimson. Put on black. Put on your mask. Get rid of your limitations.” That was all. No signature, no specifics. That enticing promise alone. I was unable to stop thinking about it for three nights. Masquerade. There was a sense of mystery and eroticism in the term itself. I imagined sparkling chandeliers, Venetian masks, and strangers touching without really knowing who they were touching.

I came again, pussy and ass spasming, the red-masked woman’s tongue driving me wild, the purple-masked woman’s thrusts syncing with the dildo’s rhythm. The leader pulled back, kissing me deeply, tasting the others on my lips, her hands roaming my trembling body. The silver-masked woman removed the dildo, replacing it with her tongue, licking my cunt as the red-masked woman spanked my ass, the purple-masked woman sucking my nipples, the blue-masked woman fingering my clit. I lost count of my orgasms, each one a wave crashing over me, my body a quivering offering to the Masquerade. They unbound me, lifting me to stand, and formed a circle, each woman taking turns kissing me, fingering me, suck

The pout having no sway with her. “You say that every year. It’s Masquerade. We can make you up, so no one knows who you are. Pretty please.” Em put her hands together in a begging motion. “I don’t have a dress. Sorry Em.” Ella apologised to Em, took a last sip of her coffee, and wiped her hands clean of any remaining chocolate slice. “Yes, you do.” As Em took the now empty coffee cups and rubbish. Placing them in a bin behind the long glass display counter.

Scar The Oak Club is the most exclusive invitation-only club on the planet. More exclusive than Bohemian Grove. More exclusive than the nuclear bunkers under the White House. It sits at the end of a long, private driveway, hidden behind high concrete walls lined with crushed glass and dotted by security cameras. Men in dark suits wander the scrubby grounds between the public world and the private oasis beyond. The scrubland gives way to a gorgeous ocean of green grass, shrubs, flowers, and trees, with the club itself in the center of all that gorgeously manicured plant life.

, William said and my lips twitched. "Fine then", I replied and he smiled. We went into the tent and realized a circus show was supposed to be going on in there but there are just a few people there anyways. "You did not expect them to still be opened by 6 pm, did you?", I asked William with a smirk and he looked at me helplessly before sighing. "I am sure there are still amazing things to see, come on", he said as he pulled me out of the tent. "That", I called out pointing towards the water slide.

Warm lighting glistened on the main house, a gorgeous modern villa. Alex noticed my awe. "Do you like the compound?" he asked, a hint of pride in his voice.I managed a weak smile, still reeling from the day's events. I was in complete awe of the lavish interior. The opulent atmosphere was enhanced by the marble floors, tall ceilings, and tasteful furniture. I sunk into a luxurious sofa as Alex motioned for me to sit. He went into the kitchen and came out a little later carrying a glass of cold water.

he said before walking out. Carolina got into her room, the maids were already there “Master demands you get dressed now” the older maid said. Carolina didn’t have a choice as she stood of the raised platform in front of the mirror as they sorted out clothes that’ll fit the event. While they dressed her, Carolina thought about the gala night. What is it about? Why did her father always reject the invitation? Maybe she could get clues about the whole mystery her life revolves around. Then it occurred, since she had been in Adrian’s mansion, her cares about the outside world reduced.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

He fucking knows that this kind of grand party can only be thrown by us. My mind screams more danger as I saw the number of wolves inside of this shithole. It’s a good thing that it’s a masquerade party, they wouldn’t know who would kill them later. Alpha Riley nodded to me as he approached the bar area, already flirting at the female bartender. I gave a glare to Alpha Zach because like any other mission, he found himself entangled into the oblivious world of his own. Likely, I’ve come across the center table as I fixed my mask for tonight. It’s embedded with black satin partnered with a crimson display, portraying what is going to happen today. Darkness as crimson blood will drop into the g