Hoodie X Masky Mga Nobela at Kwento

It almost felt unnatural to do so. “Thank you, Alpha. What can I do for you today?” She said politely as she took a seat in one of the arm chairs. “As always, everything that is mentioned here, stays here.” I started giving her a pointed look. She nodded her head in understanding. “Mason and I are going to attend the Masquerade Ball this Saturday at Red Creek. We need masks to wear with our suits.” Jessy tried to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up her face. “I see, sir and what are you needing from me exactly. Go buy one? Make one?”

I can't be more grateful for her honesty. I sigh, taking myself in one last time. “Let's get going.” “Not yet,” Wendy says, sliding her hand into her handbag. She pulls out two masks and hands me one. “It's a casual masquerade.” I take the black-and-silver bat-shaped mask and slide it over my eyes, excitement bubbling in my chest as Wendy slips on her colourful butterfly-shaped one. “Now let's get going!” she shouts. We scurry out of the room and across the parking lot. I slide into the backseat of Maxwell's Honda Civic while Wendy takes the passenger seat.

I mouthed, taking of the face mask “Oh my Gawd…..jeez Ax…….”He almost screamed, but I was swift to cover his mouth “Hey…quiet..you won’t want crazy fans coming here right” I scoff putting on the mask, he chuckled “Yea..yea..come on, let’s go to the VIP section….they got expensive dresses over there…and those crazy fans can’t come there. So you will be free to take off that ugly mask” He smirk “My mask isn’t ugly, I know thousand of girls will die to get a hold of it” I boasted

One of the girls laughed, “You will see, everyone stays away from us.” They could still be recognized though. She saw Bonbon watching her. “We sometimes wear masks,” she said, looking at Ilyria. “Madame Skia likes it when we do that. She says it adds to our allure.” “Oh, I still have the Goddess mask from the party last month!” said Miasma, “Good idea, Bonbon. Kitten, I have the perfect mask for you.” Bonbon cast Ilyria a glance that said she meant to talk further with her. Then they set off for the dressing quarters to find masks for their excursion.

Mask had followed Zendaya to an event, so Alex wasn’t Mask. ‘Was I mistaken?’ Thinking about how she hugged him for such a long time and how she wore a pair of hotpants just to get his attention, she couldn’t help but feel… disgusted. “Alex, are you Mask or not?” asked Beatrice as she stood up. “What? Of course I’m not Mask, when did I say that?” “You, you jerk! You liar!” Beatrice was enraged and had nowhere else to release her anger and frustration, so she kicked Alex on his behind.

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

The dress was quite high above my knees and I was grateful for the fishnet stocking I wore. But what was the highlight of the look was the purple mask with a black feather on it. Hera said that some people there opted for masks and it was a safer option since my identity wouldn’t be revealed completely. I accessorized the look with a pair of small silver earrings, a black choker, and bold red lipstick. “If that asshole doesn’t fall to your knees after this, I am changing my name to Marionette,” Mia said and Hera and I both gave her a strange look. “What? It's a bad name.” She explained and I sighed.

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

As soon as the man turned, YangYang frozen in her spot and her legs weakened her own mouth betrayed her. ..... Other side of the world, a man with a mask in a black hoodie with 'D' printed on it's back, most of his face was not visible to expect of his hazel brown eyes, he got down from the car. Every bodyguard and higher ups stood at the entrance to greet him.