Hoodskiiz Mask Novels & Stories

When we entered the club, though, I saw that we were going to blend right in with the crowd. One man wore a fox mask with flaming orange-and-red fur so life-like that I would have been surprised if it had not been real. Another sported an elephant mask with a foot-long trunk that nearly hit several of the other patrons every time he turned around. The coup d’état, though, was a woman’s peacock mask with genuine—if oversized—feathers spawning from its crown.

Idris is losing this war before it even starts. "Mother, wait!" Zuberi suddenly shouts, dashing over to the side table. He grabs my leather battle mask—the scarred, freckled leather piece I use to conceal my true identity from the high clans—and thrusts it toward me. "Your mask! You can't leave the villa without your mask!" I frown, taking the hardened leather mask from his hands. "Zuberi, you've hated this mask since the day I brought you back from the badlands. Why are you suddenly desperate for me to wear it?"

But I went first to the shower to take a bath. As I stepped out of the shower, I immediately went to bed to look at the newly arrived clothes and mask I would use later at the party. Hermione sent me one of her best creations. It was a black vintage chiffon cocktail dress paired with black four-inch stilettos and a sexy masquerade black peacock feather eye mask. My phone rang, so I temporarily put down the mask I was holding. It was Klaus, and he sent me a message. He said he would be late because he attended a meeting in his office.

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.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

Chubby big ears, a cute long nose, a pair of eyes as big as green beans, with two holes dug out, revealing a pair of eyeballs. Zack frowned and said, "So ugly, what is this?" Owen said, "This is a mask! Tomorrow is the birthday party, and Mommy is going with me. Aren't you afraid Mommy will recognize you? If you wear this mask, you won't have to worry about Mommy recognizing you at first glance!" Zack took the mask and looked at the cute yet comical mask, feeling a bit melancholic. In order to not disturb Mommy's peaceful life, he had to put on this childish mask and stand in front of her, but he couldn't recognize her.

He was wearing casual clothes but his face was not visible as he was wearing a black mask that covered the lower half of his face. He was wearing black goggles which covered the upper half of his face, so, it was very difficult to identify who was this man. Zieve had already told the two of them before coming on this mission that such a thing could happen upon their arrival to that site and what they have to do in such a situation. So, Nick and Fuoco were prepared in their minds. All that they were waiting was for Zieve's one sign to go ahead.

Yang Zi opened the door and saw the grandmother's friendly smile greeting her behind the door. “Miss, eat and drink this snack while I prepare dinner. You can also take a walk to see the crowd if you like,” said the grandmother while handing her a tray containing two snack plates and two drinks. Beside the snacks, there were also two silver masks that seemed to have been given to Zhou Fu and Yang Zi. "Mask?" Yang Zi asked just as her eyes caught the two masks in front of her. "Oh, yes! Most of the people who stop by Juda always wear a mask. You can use it or you can choose not to use it. It's up to you, ladies and gentlemen," the grandmother smiled, explaining.

"Even in gibberish, your singing is awful." Zehra put the kitten down and got up, brushing her jeans and trying to exude a confidence she did not feel. "Well, hello to you too. And it's Arabic, though I wouldn't expect an ignorqnt fool like you to know that." The person raised an eyebrow. The person was in a weird outfit and Zehra wondered how he walked around without attracting attention. He was wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. But that wasn't the abnormality; covering the half of his face was metallic mask that contorted his voice so it would be unrecognizable.