Masky X Hoodie の小説・ストーリー

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.

Because I hate seaweed more than anything in the world. "I promise," he answers almost immediately, showing how eager he is to restart our friendship, "I'll even wear a hoodie and a cap, with this big shades. And masks! So you won't be able to tell it's me in case I can't avoid you." "It sucks not to have someone commenting on my obsession over The Kardashians..."

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

But what followed was almost worse in its calm precision. A man in robes stepped forward, chanting words I didn’t recognize, Latin, maybe older. The air thickened with incense and smoke as I repeated the vows whispered to me: words of secrecy, obedience, and eternal loyalty to the Order. When it was done, Mr. Everhart turned to me, pride gleaming behind his mask. He reached for a name tag and pinned it onto my suit. “Beta,” it read in bold, metallic letters. He handed me a mask unlike the others, black, sleek, faceted like crystal, catching the candlelight in a thousand tiny reflections. As if it was made of diamonds. I lifted it slowly and tied the silken rope behind my head.

he pointed out. " Very well said, I'll gladly take them off" he took of his hoodie revealing his dark purple hair with a highlight of brown, Tyler took a quick stare before proceeding to pull out his files from his bag. Jayson took off his face mask which he had around his nose and mouth, Tyler could see his plumping rosy lips and finally he took off his glasses. " There now no more secrets" he voiced. Tyler was a bit surprised the Mr Jayson was very young, he was expecting him to be at his late 40s just as Mr Eric.

he asked. I pushed him softly with a shaky giggle. “Fuck you.” “Okay, you’re fine,” he said, and nodded to the chest on the bed. “What’s that?” “Something Hugo gave me. I hadn’t opened it yet, and just thought of checking it out. So? Did you get your mask?” “Yup. Almost as good as mine back home. You ready? We can grab a bite on the way to the asylum.” “Five minutes.”

As happy for my friends as I am, I can’t help but envy what they have. Wyatt is 6’2” with soft, very light caramel skin, and piercing blue eyes that are hidden by full-black contacts. The contacts, paired with his prominent eyebrow bones covered in thick eyebrows, make his eyes look like two black holes. His cheekbones and jawline rival Derrick’s and look even more pronounced with his smouldering black eyeliner and bright ruby-red lipstick. He has shoulder-length blonde frizzed curly hair with dark roots – courtesy of his Zimbabwean mother – and is toned from top to bottom. Wyatt identifies as male but lives for androgyny. He loves dressing to reflect his mood and personality and not his gen

I stood in front of the full-length mirror while she circled around me like an artist inspecting a painting she hadn’t quite finished. She tugged lightly at the sleeves of the oversized black hoodie she’d made me wear before stepping back with a satisfied nod. A black face mask covered the lower half of my face, while the hood hid most of my hair. The faded blue jeans and plain sneakers completed the disguise, leaving very little about me recognizable. I stared at my reflection for several long seconds before slowly turning toward her. “So…” I lifted my hands and looked down at myself. “This was your brilliant plan?” Mara grinned proudly.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

An aroma of lilies and disinfectants filled the air. Then I saw him. I thought it was one of the dead at first. There was a figure waiting at the end of the hall. His height was imposing, statuesque. His black hoodie was pulled down over his face. On his face was a white mask, blank except for two black eyeholes. He did not move. My breath caught. “Hello?” No response. I inched ahead. The motion sensor light came on above. The figure turned his head, almost imperceptibly, like a curious animal.