Hoodskiiz Mask Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

"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.