Novel & Cerita Masky X Hoodie

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

I tried not to shutter, busying myself cleaning up the blood bags and storing them in a small cooler behind my desk. Reading my tentative thoughts around the status of her late friend’s son, she stood. “Ready to go?” ** I changed into dark sweatpants and a hoodie, pulling the strings taught around my face and tucking any loose strands of hair beneath the fabric. Mistra had dropped them off earlier today, torn from the depths of her closet. If this was going to work, I needed to be masked in Mistra’s scent–or rather, the scent of the forest–so as to remain untraceable.

"Freshen up, eat breakfast, then report back here in one hour." The crowd dispersed, students heading back to their cabins in small groups. Jason walked slowly, his injured ankle making each step careful and deliberate. Inside the cabin, he sat on his bed and stared at the small bottle of scent blocker in his hands. *I need more,* he thought, unscrewing the cap. *If I'm going to be running and sweating, I can't risk my scent getting through.* He doubled the usual dose, applying it to his neck, wrists, and anywhere else he might sweat. The liquid felt cold against his skin, and he tried to ignore the way his head spun slightly as he capped the bottle.

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

The sounds of cars driving by, and their horns interlaced with the cacophony of voices and footsteps created a background song to my self-declared movie. I lifted my head and gazed at the giant sign of the White-Angel company and a flood of warmth flowed in my stomach. —Today was day one of my revenge mission and I was very well prepared for it. I pushed back the Bayonetta glasses I had ordered over the weekend from A****n. They had been one of the basics for the office siren starter pack I had researched deeply on P*******t and which I had dressed accordingly. Over my pin-striped pencil skirt with the side front slit, I had worn a very tight-fitting white shirt which did not have any button

The back was fully exposed, showing off my bare skin. “You will appear… stunning " Maya remarked, her tone filled with praise. She assisted me with the dress fastening the zipper gently. Afterwards, she applied makeup that enhanced my features without appearing heavy. A delicate sparkle on my eyelids, a shine on my lips just enough to accentuate me. She then gave me a pair of heels. Styled my hair into gentle waves. At last, she pulled a hoodie over me. "We need to hide this sexiness till we’re outside," she said, drawing the hood down over my head. I looked absurd but also… excited.

He commented and I shrugged, "Well, I had a good teacher." His smile grew wider and his gaze flickered down to my jacket then back to my eyes, he gave me a knowing look and the side of his lip pulled up in a smirk, "You look so damn hot right now," He commented, casually addressing the motorcycle hoodie he had bought for me today. I narrowed my eyes playfully at him before I tiptoed and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss. It was a black hoodie with armor, it had a white stripe over the sleeves, accompanied by blue lines, he knows it's my favorite color. The pattern of the jacket matched the ones on the helmet and the boots.

SHELLY Like a creepy night owl, my mystery lover pays me a visit. He is almost huge as his frame hovers close to the top of my door, the tight shirt he's wearing does a perfect job of accentuating the hard curves of his abs and biceps. He's cladded in tight pants and long sleeve shirt, with no bare flesh left for the eyes of anyone that wills to pry. And overall he is thoroughly covered by his hoodie that has a cap attached to the neck area and with a mask to kiss the perfection.

Hector was already closing the door by the time I looked up and he stood in front of my desk, eyes glued to his tab as he dropped Jessica’s car keys on the desk. “Took you long enough.” I threw at him and he passed me a flat look that said. “I tried my best.” I shook my head and pushed my laptop aside, waiting for him to give me the information I needed. “Okay…and done.” He muttered under his breath and then passed me his tablet. “The masked Model also known as Ryder Caddel is surprisingly very successful as a model. He’s European, Alpha, and your all-around playboy. But one thing is, he keeps his private life very private so this information wasn’t gathered easily. Anyway, he was dubbed the

The powerful aura was hard to ignore, so Harmonia subconsciously looked beside her. She then saw a man wearing a simple black hoodie, a black Prada bucket hat, a pair of black sunglasses, and a black mask. Apart from his prominent nose, nothing else could be made out. This disguise simply could not be compared to hers. Clothes could be changed, and hats, sunglasses, and masks could conceal one's appearance. However, the inherent aura and the refreshing atmosphere emanating from him could never be changed.