Masky And Hoodie Novels & Stories

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

I put on my black fishnet stockings with a short shorts with a crop top and a leather jacket with my black ankle boots and I left my hair opened and put so mascara on my eyelashes. When I walked outside Kaiden was standing against his black range rover car dressed in a black tight ripped jeans with a white shirt and his black leather jacket witth his black beanie on his hair and he looks extremely sexy. " Like what you see babe" he said kissing my temples. " Not really Kade" I said and he chuckled. He came near me with something in his hand. " Put this on" he said handing me a face mask that's painted. " Why" I asked confused. He already had his one on and it was like a neon skill mask. " Ju

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

Only the three of them knew about it, but MK also knew. Because it's Mr. Hansom's birthday today, Claude is coming to the old house, so he couldn't come to pick me up. And the reason why MK wears a mask every day is actually because he's afraid of recognizing himself and losing control over me using the identity of MK. Everything that used to puzzle me now makes sense. Talking about helping me seek revenge was just a manipulation! "Nat, what's wrong with you?" Claude took two steps closer to me and asked, "You look pale, is something bothering you..."

A man and a woman, clad in all-black T-shirts, jeans, baseball caps, and masks, stepped out and headed toward the stadium. Wasn't this mysterious attire and understated charm exactly how everyone pictured hackers?

He’s wearing a hoodie similar to mine beneath–brandless and a dark gray now soaked with tea and honey. I hold out a hand to accept the tea but let my powers simmer, sending a spray of heat toward the stain, which dries in a matter of seconds. He just stands there, looking down at me through his mask. I can feel him scanning my face, taking me in, just like I’d so unapologetically done to him less than a minute ago. “I can… buy you a new hoodie,” I offer, reaching to take the tea from him. “You shouldn’t do that in public,” he whispers.

Andre shook a bottle of whiskey in front of her. "Sure." she pulled the door open further to let him in. "What are you doing in a hoodie?" Christy tried to inquire. She had known Andre for years and only now had she been him wear a hoodie to her house or any place at all. She would have sworn he didn't own one. "Just feeling a little cold so I thought maybe we could hang out," he smirked, scanning the house as though he searched for something. "But.." "sshh... But we said we wouldn't anymore?" She nodded, slowly receiving the toxin his finger slowly moving down her lips delivered.

We couldn't even see the video clearly enough to guess if it was a female or better still, Dahlia, who had shattered the cam. Whoever it was was wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants and they had turned their face away from the camera, despite having a mask on. According to Nyx, almost every teenager in the pack had all three items; hoodie, sweatpants and mask, so beginning a search would be of no use. Especially since we didn't have any prints to compare to. I combed my hands down my hair, grunting with frustration. We were close, I could feel it, but at the same time it seemed like we were still grasping at straws. I remembered the book Elena had given me.

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

“I want to do it again.” Kristen chuckled. “Give me five minutes for my soul to catch up.” We all bursted out laughing agreeing to his sentence. I was about to speak when I caught it—the first prickle at the back of my neck. A guy in a black hoodie, hood up despite the crowds, face half-hidden by a plain black ski mask pulled down to his mouth. He was leaning against a railing twenty yards behind us, pretending to check his phone. Average height, average build, nothing remarkable except the mask. In December? In an amusement park?