Masky X Hoodie Novels & Stories

Pretty. Too pretty, actually — like he’d been carved by a soft-spoken deity with a perfection kink. And then hoodie-boy pulled a mask up, bowed his head, and practically vanished under the fabric. Jaden stared. Interesting. Mysterious. Fashionable. Who was this masked angel? A transfer? A runaway idol? A boy hiding from the authorities because of an embarrassing haircut? He wanted to know. He needed to know. He didn’t get the chance. Before first period, when the hallway was its usual zoo, someone suddenly shouted:

The force sent the attacker flying several feet, crashing against the wall with a heavy thud. The other attacker glared at the masked figure and shouted, "Who the hell are you? You'd better not get involved unless you want to die!" Halsey stared at the masked man. He wore a dark hoodie, with the hood pulled over his head and a mask that concealed his face completely. But his tall, fit frame was striking. Even from the side, his sharp, defined features looked handsome. Some people just had that kind of natural, undeniable charm. Suddenly, Halsey felt a flicker of recognition. She wondered if she had seen this masked man somewhere before.

As soon as the man turned, YangYang frozen in her spot and her legs weakened her own mouth betrayed her. ..... Other side of the world, a man with a mask in a black hoodie with 'D' printed on it's back, most of his face was not visible to expect of his hazel brown eyes, he got down from the car. Every bodyguard and higher ups stood at the entrance to greet him.

The deep and husky voice asked her as magnolia opened her eyes to look at the guy who was at least 2 inches taller than her. "I-i am fine, thank you" magnolia said as the guy nodded, she stared into his grey eyes as she couldn't see any other part of him. He wore a black hoodie, black pants, a black ski mask to cover his face, only his unique grey eyes stood out. Magnolia told herself to stay focus as she continued shopping.

-Miyuki said to herself, staring at the gray pavement. - Would you really be so sad?- she heard a familiar voice suddenly, slightly out of breath, so stopped right away and turned to see Aoi Takashima standing behind her, gasping for breath. - Were you running here?- Miyuki asked in surprise, looking at him. He was still dressed all in black, in jeans and a hoodie, but this time his blouse had a drawing of a skull entwined with roses. The black mask on his face was now pulled down over his chin. It was also noticeable that his eyes were not underlined with black eyeliner, which made her see his face completely without makeup for the first time.

Kisa nodded, wanting to grab some supper. Kisa had brought several sets of clothes on this trip. She picked out a hoodie and put it on. She then tied her hair into two braids, put on a mask, and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt onto her head. After that, Kisa looked into the mirror. The only thing visible from her look was her eyes; it was impossible for others to tell who she was.

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..."

The hoodie, a shield against prying eyes, symbolized not only concealment but also the indomitable spirit of those who dared to challenge the oppressive rule. In the deepest part of the night, as the city held its breath, Maximus emerged from the shadows, standing at the precipice of a revolution. The black hoodie, now worn with a sense of purpose, marked the beginning of a chapter where one man's defiance would collide with the might of a tyrant's empire.

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.