Masky X Hoodie Novels & Stories

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.

I paused for a moment before answering. She was a bit far from where I was standing, but I could still see her clearly. However, what truly caught my attention was the man sitting next to her. I didn’t know why, but the moment I saw him, an uneasy feeling crept in. He wore a black hoodie, and his face was completely hidden behind a full-face white Joker smiley mask. Wearing masks wasn’t prohibited at the event, so I didn’t make a fuss about it. In fact, I was slightly amused. It looked exactly like the mask I had imagined for one of the villains in my earlier novel.

“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.

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.

"And I need some fucking water...just to cool down before I take you home and bury my face between those sweet thighs." Heat surged through me, and my cheeks burned at his words. He noticed, of course, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. "Wait here, baby. I’ll grab a bottle of water," he nodded toward a small shop just a few feet away. I gave him a quick nod, and he was gone. I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, when something—or someone—caught my eye. A man in a black hoodie. It wasn’t the hoodie that unsettled me, but the mask covering the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Those dark, piercing eyes felt like they were staring straight into my sou

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

I looked up to see Micca standing there with a glare on his face. His eyes are shiny lime green with flecks of silver. I had always believed they were identical. They aren't. Miles is slightly taller. His demeanor shouts bad boy. Micca is the complete opposite. His blue and white high tops go perfectly with his dark-fitted jeans, tight only where it counts. The blue t-shirt reads "Home is Where The Paws Are" with the outline of a dog around it. He had taken his time with his hair and the black hoodie makes me want to hug him. If I didn't know who he really was under his stupid mask. "Can you see me now?" he asks. I laugh. His smile drops and he stares at me like he's seen a ghost.

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?”

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?”

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.