Masky And Hoodie Novels & Stories

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.

“And she might need those claws of hers one day.” “Definitely. Adulting is such a fucking warzone.” Zuby sighs as she slips her car keys into her purse that is just as shiny as Brie’s own. I have mine as well. We grab our masks next. Mine is a glossy black one with delicate red designs. After putting them on, we make our way downstairs and through a backdoor that I never knew existed in this packhouse. Everywhere is quiet, and it seems no one notices us slipping through the door and arriving outside.

“He isn’t exactly my brother. We just happened to have been born from the same mother. Plus, we didn’t come here only to test the waters, Lolita. Have fun. When was the last time we had something like that?” She rolled her eyes, knowing he won’t be able to see from her mask. They were all masked in the party, most of the women with white feathered masks that made their skin delicate. The men predictably wore horror themed masks that made them look more dangerous than they actually were. What scared Lolita more was Jarrod’s mask. It was a mixture of black and white strong mask that blended perfectly into his skin, as if it was just an extension of his true self. She felt uncomfortable just lo

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?

But the silence was suffocating. So I staggered back and slumped onto the bed, my fists curling into the sheets. I tried to breathe but the anger didn’t fade. I couldn’t stay here. I dragged myself to his closet, the smell of his cologne clinging to the air. My hand skimmed the rows of expensive suits and shirts until it landed on what I needed: a black hoodie. I yanked it off the hanger, pulled it over my head, and grabbed a black nose mask from the shelf.

Theodore replied calmly, "Even if you wear a mask and more makeup, I'd still recognize you." Hearing this, my face suddenly felt warm. The makeup artist quickly added a few more strokes to my makeup and brought out the costume I had requested—a clown outfit. I asked, "Is Cliff here?" Theodore's expression soured slightly at the mention of Cliff. He replied indifferently, "I don't know." Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Todd Group's office, Cliff was staring at the badge he had received earlier, lost in thought. Elliot said, "Alpha Cliff, M Group is hosting a masked ball at the Night Club tonight. Everyone is required to wear a mask. It's said that... Kendrick will make an appearance. Should

I greeted, kissing them on the cheeks. Looking up at Adrian, he winked at me and that made me blushed. I looked up at him, studying his dressing, he was wearing a black hoodie with giants golden LV, Louis Vuitton logo. Just what does this guy see with this brand? I made up my mind to finally ask him and I will be doing just that. We spent a little more time at the cabin till late in the afternoon before we started preparing to leave. Adrian was packing the bags into the truck and I walked up to him. Grabbing the hood of his hoodie, I asked, “may I know what you see in this brand?”

But so bad for them, their power won't save them. I hurried off to take my bath and changed into my outfit; a black face cap, a black mask, a black hoodie and a black jeans. All set and ready, I stepped out of the room.

That was when he finally wore a black mask himself-which made me smile because I would lie if I said he didn't look hot and boss-like. I was welcomed to a new world where everything was white, and people wore masks, for it was compulsory. The place smells like combinations of different flowers and perfumes. The atmosphere was calm as slow music played in the background. There was a huge banner that reads, "YOU ARE A WARRIOR together with HELP KIDS FIGHT CANCER. @AHayeslife." What the fuck. My mouth almost dropped open. My legs were suddenly stiffened to the floor. No! This isn't real. My eyes were wildly huge while they scanned around the packed masquerade scene, which involved kids in yello