Masked Tuxedo Novels & Stories

Despite all these I felt like something was incomplete. I scanned the crowd, coming across so many eyes that were balantly staring at me with no intention to be discreet with it. Where was he? He was– Right there. Wearing a tailored obsidian black tuxedo with his trousers perfectly pressed, making a slight break at the black patent leather shoe. His gold wristwatch was slim and understated while the signet ring on his thumb signified his position as the Alpha of the pack. His hair was neatly styled, his face as though he recently had a clean shave.

“You’re not enjoying the party.” I turned. He was big. Broad shoulders that filled the tuxedo perfectly, the kind of presence that made the air thicker and the other guests step aside without realizing why. The mask covered everything from forehead to cheekbones, leaving only a sharp, clean-shaven jaw and a mouth that looked like it knew exactly how to ruin a woman and make her thank him for it. “I’m working,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse spiked. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of pure pleasure tonight.”

Mazzo walked at his shoulder, carrying cologne and confidence in equal measure. He looked startlingly good tonight, and Sasha resented that even as she registered it. The tuxedo fit him like allegiance. His hair curled at the nape with the kind of disobedience expensive combs pretend they can fix. He looked at her as a man looks at success he intends to treat well. The first time she’d met him, she’d thought slick. She still thought it, but the edges had been sanded down for the cameras. He’d been charming on the phone since the gala; contrite to the point of annoyance; offering dinners, even a clumsy joke. She couldn’t forget the crack in his mask, but tonight the mask had been polished, re

I said, smiling. He looked at me, a small smile forming on his face. "Thanks, Ava. You always know how to make me feel better," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss. We continued searching for a suit, and eventually, we found the perfect one. It was a black and white tuxedo that fit him like a glove. He turned to me, a wide grin on his face. "What do you think?" he asked, doing a little twirl. I laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "You look amazing, Ethan," I said, admiring the way the suit hugged his body.

Several of them were fidgeting with their tuxes, but they all wore their masks. One of the brothers, Sebastian, handed Dorian his. He slid it on, moving next to Heathcliff. They all looked dashing. Cindy thought so too. I could tell by the tittering noises coming from her throat. Their tuxes were all black, except Bart's. His tux was a dark gray, the same as his mask. There were other, subtler differences in the cut and shape of their tuxes, but the significant variance was the colors of their ties and vests.

Tonight,I'm accompanying Lore to his friend's company opening celebration party. I turn to my side in front of the mirror, checking if the dress is perfect. It's a long green satin dress which has a slit running up my left thigh and open behind,showing the skin of my back. I paired it with black string heels and tied my hair in a tight bun. Lore appears behind me and I watch him through the mirror as he wears his cufflinks. I sweep my gaze all over his body and secretly admit to myself that he really looks very handsome tonight in his perfectly pressed pants,long white sleeved shirt and shiny styled hair.

They seem to be human sized although there were some strange features on them. After some more time, Matthew finally could see their figures. The one with the most malicious aura was a man wearing a tuxedo that seemed to be properly taken care of despite having wrinkles all over. His hair was black with a tuft of green and yellow hair on the left side of his hair. On the right side of his forehead, he had a small horn.