Hoodskiiz Mask Novels & Stories

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.

He scratched his clean cut black hair and snorted, making Black and Flute look at him. "Mga 'tol, can you at least explain everything in the simplest way a noob can understand? Don't you feel pity to Yuri?" he asked, shooting Yuri a sideway glance who glared at him. He faked a cough. Grabe! He's just trying to make them laugh, you know! But no one did! How cruel they were to Mijo. Black smiled again. "We will be the members of The Masked. Just like the wizards in my story and the Four Horsemen, we will be doing something entertaining using our abilities to grab attention."

Caspian let Handsome and Little Candy enter Earrings of Echo to rest first, and then he took out All Life Ghost Mask and covered his face. Immediately, his facial features became blurred as if they had melted, but soon, they became three-dimensional again.

Izzy's voice finally breaks through the laughter. "He literally can't say no to you. Just make sure you wear the mask, it's his favorite part of your outfits." She isn't saying what else the masks is there to do. Make sure the boss doesn't see my face. He can't connect the dots, can't figure out who I really am.

"Just briefly. And I need to find a mask to hide the bruise on my face." In the dressing room, she selected a more elaborate mask than before, one that would better conceal her bruise while still leaving her mouth and jawline exposed. The emerald and gold creation fastened securely, covering from her hairline to the middle of her cheekbones. It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions.

'' you ask, ignoring her question. Shirley got the hint that you no longer want to talk about it and drops the subject. ''Yes. You have to wear only this,'' she says showing you the thing in her hand. ''It looks like a Zorro mask except no holes for the eyes,'' you pout out getting out of the contraptions you are wearing. ''It was sent by one of our customers. He will be bidding tonight'' Shirley says and puts it over your eyes. The face cover covers your eyes and nose.

It was good they offered free masks here, otherwise Haven had no idea where she'd find one. Haven looked around the different coloured masks . Her eyes landed on a particular one silver mask. This one was more of an eye mask rather than face mask. The silver mask had small glistening stones , lined around it to give the mask more detail. A white feather was then placed at one side of the mask. Haven decided to pick that one, silver was always her favorite color. Haven placed the eye mask on her face, no one would know she was the one. Well except for her hair. Haven knew she would probably be the only one with silver hair at this party. Walking through the crowd, Haven could already feel the

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

“He’s auctioning kids, Marcus! What the fuck is going on?” We had already put on the masks Marcus had procured from the trunk of his car – simple, elegant black half-masks that covered our eyes, common enough in these high-society, illicit gatherings to not draw attention. They were meant to conceal our identities, but right now, I felt like mine was screaming.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face