Masked Tuxedo Novels & Stories

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

"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.

"Maktub?" Ataraxis asked hesitantly as she looked at the man wearing a green gown and with long white hair. "Good Evening Ataraxis." Maktub said without emotion as he helped Ataraxis stand up from laying on him. Ataraxis couldn't take her eyes off Maktub. Perhaps she was surprised at Maktubs transformation. Maktub was wearing a green long dress that reached up to his ankle and sleeves that reached up to his wrist. His hair is also long white and very straight. He's also wearing a gold colored headband.

The loud drum rolls erupted in the background, its bass thundering on my chest as and felt my ears’ going to bleed. The spotlights on the stage danced, projecting flashes of beams in random places, and I had to shield my face from the beams with my arms as I forced my knees to bend down and sit directly next to Nikolai’s feet. His enormous hand immediately went to my head, fondling my hair just as the red heavy curtain slides open and a man wearing a maroon tuxedo and a mask. He got a square-ish jaw, a prominent chin, and no mouth. Covers the entire face and is heavily gilded with gold.

I smile then we bid each other goodbye, again wishing each other a Merry Christmas. I shower and get dressed in pinstriped trousers, a retro tuxedo shirt layered over a fitted white tee and under a vintage vest in a burgundy brocadeI style my hair and add accessories and eyeliner, slipping one of my favorite pairs of black boots on before I go over to pick Nova up.

It was funny saying I didn't see such a huge and tall man standing. He looks like he commands the presence of the very room because people keep glancing in his direction. I'm sure it has to do with his tall height. The man has a luxurious white tux on with a full on white mask that covers his entire face. “It's fine Mi Amore.” The man's husky and intimidating voice, with thick Italian accent spikes the rate of my heart and I'm almost so sure this is the softest he can bring them to sound.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Her shoulders were bare beneath a delicate cascade of crystals, and her hair, pinned in a crown of sleek coils, shone under the soft light. Alex was dressed in a midnight-black tuxedo that fit him perfectly. He wasn’t wearing a badge or carrying a gun, but he had an aura that showed he was well aware of how dangerous he could be without them. His mask, made of smooth black satin, was simple yet striking. When he placed his hand on Ava’s waist, it didn’t feel controlling; instead, it was steady and reassuring, as if they shared a deep connection. “We’re quite the illusion, aren’t we?” Ava murmured beneath her breath, lips barely moving.

I muttered under my breath. That was when the door opened. “Oh, thank God you came,” I said immediately, relief washing over me as Rolex stepped into the room. “I need help fixing this dress.” He chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over me before meeting my eyes. He looked devastating in his black tuxedo. The fabric fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and lean frame. His long hair was brushed back neatly and held in place with gel, giving him that dangerous, commanding aura…like a mafia lord who ruled both fear and devotion.