Romans & histoires Masky X Hoodie

he whispered in my hair as I began to sob softly. “ I promise to make it up to you Hun, it's all gonna be over by tomorrow.” He smiled as he as he wiped my tears softly. “ Thanks Dad.” I smiled. “ Soo... who is this Mason kid ” he smiled. I swear I just saw a glint of death shine in his eyes Oh shit!! Daddy mode activated. “ He's just a friend ” I smiled shyly. “ Just a friend huhhhh, yet here you are in his hoodie, strange smell though, where is he from?? ” He asked as he sniffed the hoodie.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw him again. Tall. Broad shoulders. He wore a dark hoodie, the hood slightly shadowing his face. A nose mask covered the lower half of it, but even with that… he still looked impossibly striking.

She had already known that the hoodie has a different color on the inside the day he first gave it to her. He pulled the hood over her head and then he took off his own white hoodie and threw it away leaving him in his blue shirt. ‘What a waste of such a precious hoodie.’ Olivia looked to where the hoodie was laying on the ground. He took her hand again and they walk deeper into the crowd when they heard a shout. She looked back to see some scary looking men coming behind them and knocking people out of their way. Mason suddenly backed her into a corner and his body was close to hers. He moved one arm over her head and the other was on her neck.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.