Masky And Hoodie Novels & Stories

But what followed was almost worse in its calm precision. A man in robes stepped forward, chanting words I didn’t recognize, Latin, maybe older. The air thickened with incense and smoke as I repeated the vows whispered to me: words of secrecy, obedience, and eternal loyalty to the Order. When it was done, Mr. Everhart turned to me, pride gleaming behind his mask. He reached for a name tag and pinned it onto my suit. “Beta,” it read in bold, metallic letters. He handed me a mask unlike the others, black, sleek, faceted like crystal, catching the candlelight in a thousand tiny reflections. As if it was made of diamonds. I lifted it slowly and tied the silken rope behind my head.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Alec There were two kinds of masks: the kind you wore to protect yourself—and the kind you wore so long, they started wearing you. Alec knew which one he was dealing with now. The boardroom of Lexden Holdings gleamed like a mirror—reflecting power, ambition, and bloodless smiles. Zara stood beside him, wearing her signature leather jacket over a sleek black dress she’d whipped together in a day. Her hair was pulled back, curls untamed, and she radiated defiance like it was a second skin.

My eyes scanned the street carefully before I stepped out of the alley. Then I saw it. A small roadside stall. Clothes hung loosely simple things no one would look at twice. Perfect. I walked toward it slowly, forcing myself to act normal, even though my heart was still racing wildly. “One hoodie…” I said softly, my voice barely steady. “And a nose mask.” The seller didn’t question me. Didn’t look twice. To him, I was just another customer. Good. I paid quickly, my fingers still shaking. Within seconds, I pulled the hoodie over my head.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Kurt tried to recall the details of the mysterious figure and then began, “He was wearing black clothes but had a brown leather jacket. He also covered himself with a black hoodie that covered his head.” Zach Drey, who had just walked back into the café and was listening to Kurt’s explanation, froze where he stood. “So … anything else? Did you get a chance to … see his face?” Arnold asked hopefully. But Kurt shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. He was wearing a mask that covered his entire mouth and nose.” Arnold sighed in disappointment. Of course, he could understand that it was highly unlikely Nathaniel Lee would reveal his full face.

"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?"

I was surprised when someone sat on the empty sit in front of me, ordering the same coffee and pastry as me. I clue snap out on my head. "You're like a mushroom, you just came out of nowhere." I said, forking the cake. " You know me," he said underneath the hood. " I have never know someone who just came out of nowhere with hoodies except you. Are you trying to be Robinhood? Zack?" I heard him laugh as he took off the hoodie that covers his face and I'm not wrong. " So you know me already, you're not afraid of me anymore?"

Mia rolled her eyes. “But I’m 100 percent sure, that it’s him!” Bella added and we went to the counter. There salesmangave us some masks to choose from. Mia and Bella chose masks that would match with dresses. “Oh, this is your mask!” she said and gave me a blue mask with diamonds and laces, covering it. “Wow! It’s very beautiful, Ky!” Bella exclaimed. “Yes! Lucky bitch!” Mia laughed. “I can’t take it!” I stated. “What?!” Mia, Bella and that worker screamed in unison.