Masky X Hoodie Novels & Stories

"Just… go get me my favorite breakfast. I'll be downstairs in a bit." She smiled wearily at me again. "Okay. Take your time." After she'd left, I limped into the kitchen mirror. Same brown eyes. Same long black hair. Same bloody curves. "Still the same old Selene," I said to myself, exhaling. "Oh goddess do something." I opened my closet and started stuffing my backpack with nothing but tomboy attire. Hoodies. Loose shirts. Loose jeans. If I was going to pull this off, I had to look like a boy. I could just get the rest from Liam anyways.

ADDIE POV I got dressed in my new outfit. Wolf was right, it wasn’t leather. It was actually really soft and really stretchy, and it felt good on my body. The boots weren’t exactly my style, but I could fight in them. They were a square heel, like a combat boot, and laced up my calf. `They were definitely sexy in an industrial sort of way. I put on the hood with the mask and only my eyes showed. I tucked my braid behind everything so that no one could grab it. I was ready, so I left the locker room and met Damian and Wolf out on the floor.

Looks like Boston is a better place for nerds, considering how they're coming to parties. Curiosity got the best of me as I scrutinised the crowd, searching for the ones my eyes wanted. As my eyes wandered around the crowd, my sight caught a girl, tall for her age in black yoga pants and green sweat shirt. Seriously? who wears that for a party? I gave her a disapproving look. She shook her head, moving her chest nut brown hair and letting it flow through her shoulder, way down her back. As the music changed, she jerked her face around, facing me in the eye.

I dressed however I wanted, and I leaned into a casual, messy style. My assistant used to joke that if I disappeared into a crowd, I'd look like someone scraping by on a tiny paycheck. I kept it that way on purpose. "Brianna, what is this?" Vexana was the first to jump up and accuse me. "You made it, and you didn't think to help any of us, but you're going after Melissa's family business. And you're smearing her with bullying accusations. What kind of person does that? "Melissa was always kind. She saw how timid you were and tried to be your friend. Zachary even helped you with math. You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them."

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.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

"Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "And what might that be?" "You, Harley." He answered. "That something is you." "Wow… you really mean that?" "I do." Harley's smile returned and she suddenly remembered something that she had tucked away inside her bag. She slowly released Mason from the embrace and reached inside the bag, pulling out the black hoodie from earlier. "What's this?" "I kinda had an idea earlier today. I don't know, you've probably already tried it, but I brought this just in case…"

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c