Novel & Cerita Masky X Hoodie

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Everyone felt a strong killing intent and a bloody aura. "Hahaha, this day has finally arrived!" A figure covered in a black hoodie cloak was standing in the shadow on one side of the street. He was laughing loudly while looking up at the rift in the sky. When he slightly leaned over, a bronze grimace mask was revealed at the edge of the hoodie. The expression of the mask was crying as well as laughing. Under the mask, there was a crazy look flashing in his eyes. No one discovered when he had appeared. He had appeared and disappeared like a specter.

Cody was left to recalibrate the mansion’s security features. He was having sleepless nights lately, and his crew were now overworked. He decided to relax a bit. It’s almost six-thirty in the evening. The short afternoon flew by, and then came sundown, gray dusk, and the stars glistening in the sky. He’s on his way to a party hosted by one of their family’s business partners. It’s a masquerade party, so he had to put on a nice tuxedo and a silver half-faced mask. The color of his white Audi convertible matches the color of his mask. It screams elegance and sophistication.

"Aunty Catelyn!" Catelyn was baffled. That voice sounded just like her son's, but… When she saw his face, her shoulders dropped. The boy in front of her was covered from head to toe. His hoodie covered his forehead and the outline of his face, while his eyes hid behind a pair of sunglasses and the lower half of his face was concealed by a face mask. The only bare skin that was not concealed was the area under his eyes. Even his ears were covered by the hoodie!

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.

“To make sure no one pulls anything shady.” Something about that made warmth spread through my chest. Still, I hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to deal with the attention. If Riley’s already talking about me, then—” Ryder pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black mask. I blinked. “What’s that for?” He smirked. “If you don’t want them to know it’s you… then don’t let them.” I stared at him. He tossed it at me and I caught it. “Problem solved, darling.”

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

"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?"