Masky X Hoodie Novels & Stories

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.

"Please? I promise I’ll stay far away from you and won’t cause trouble." In the end, he couldn’t refuse me. However, he gave me one condition. "You have to wear a mask the entire time. Nobody can see your face." I agreed instantly. That was exactly what I wanted anyway. That night, I slipped into the evening gown I’d prepared in advance, paired it with glamorous makeup, and appeared at the gala entrance beside Jenson in my official role as Mrs. Bailey. The entire ride there, he maintained a cold expression as he repeatedly warned me, "Keep your mouth shut in there. Don’t embarrass me."

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

Pockmark Mask now. ***