Hoodskiiz Mask Novels & Stories

However, the mask was not that ordinary. "This!" The girls and boys gawked. Of course, there are boys also. They didn't just talk. Because they liked him too! "All of the boys here are gays!" That was his thought when he came here. His mask was made simple but very high class! "Rich!!" The girls and the boys including the teacher called. "Haneng Exclusive Mask!" That mask came from his mall. The best mall in Korea! To be continued...

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

A slow footstep sounded between heaven and earth, and everyone turned their heads : "What kind of person!" The man was wearing a green cloak, with a hood on his head, the man slowly removed the hood, revealing his face under the hood, no, not his face, but a silver-white mask, with the word "Kei" engraved on the lower right corner of the mask. "What's going on! How come there's another Keidu!" At this moment, everyone in the Cloud Mist Courtyard showed shocked faces, and then they all looked towards Night Canghai, but even Night Canghai froze, because that person's height and body type were also exactly the same as Xiao Dusty Keidu's.

We are calling on the Storks with your song. Through the lopped-off leather top of his mask, I see that his black hair’s a mix of Mohawk and dreads, with the strip of hair in the middle hanging down in matted coils and the sides not shaven but cut short and dyed silver. I also see, through the shattered spectacles and enlarged eye holes of the mask, eyeliner that’s sharp to the point of being reptilian. Even the eyebrows are slanted and pointed upwards.

I know he is the one for me. I matched the dress with three inch heels that have silver straps that go up to my mid-calf. My masks main color is navy blue with a filigree design throughout the mask and diamonds outlining my eyebrows as well as some placed in spots, randomly on the mask. I can’t wait for Aspen to see me.

Hernie withdrew something from her sling bag. When Zen saw the item and inspected it, he gasped in excitement. This was the same thing the Shady merchant wore! === Item: Mushroom Mask Description: Negates all effects of low-level poisons when worn. Stats: Low Poison Resistance === “You made this?!” Zen gasped in amazement. “I wanted one of these!” Feeling proud of her creation, Hernie nodded and offered Zen the mask. “I can loan it to you if you help me find all the necessary ingredients.”

Pascha let out a long sigh, his head resting on the back of the sofa while I sat beside him contentedly. I applied the last layer of the green mud mask to his cheeks, making sure it was evenly distributed before pulling away slightly to admire my handiwork. His face was now completely covered by the thick green mask that I had just bought last week. From his forehead to his chin, no part is left unturned. Only his eyes are now looking at me suspiciously, and his lips are still open.

The night came faster than I expected. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, adjusting the mask for the third time. I chose something simple. A black fitted dress that stopped just above my knees. Long sleeves. Nothing dramatic. Over it, a dark hooded cape that blended easily in low light. The mask was matte black, smooth, covering the upper half of my face. It hid my brows, my cheekbones, the parts people usually recognized first. My lips were the only visible thing.