Masky X Hoodie Yaoi 소설 & 이야기

Hardin responded with a smirk and Martina creased her forehead into a frown, her presence didn’t mean anything? “You should take some rest in the guest room, Martina. We will talk when I am done” he added. “What? You are fucking my best friend in front of me and you don’t even care?” She was mad, very mad, “how dare you, Hardin?” He yanked her closer and she gasped in fear, his eyes emitting a dangerous aura that made her shiver to her bone. “Do it while I am being nice, Martina” Not bothering to answer him, she turned her attention back on Melisa who was still sprawled on the bed, she didn’t even bother to cover her naked body.

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.

And their masks glittered with crystals shaped like crescent moons. “Sexy voices,” Sylvia said. “Yes, and big dreams,” I added. Sylvia’s voice rose above the crowd. “And a big cock!” A laugh caught in my throat. “Shh.” She was going to get them kicked out of here. I was in between choking and chuckling when I ran straight into Xavier. He wore a mask formed from silver and black puzzle pieces. I’d been heading toward the Madder Hatter’s entrance and he was leaving. I’d been too busy yapping with Sylvia to look in front of me.

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.

"Well, even so. Do you like Allura, Mask?" "I'm well aware that I'm only here to watch over her," Mask replied, slightly curtly. "Huh? Hey! Are you a stalker or something?!" Haru gasped. "Wha— no?! The fuck? The way you worded it. Oh my God," Mask heavily sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in stress. "It's not like that."

She shrugged, not saying more than that, and Hayden nodded at her words. Suddenly, a man, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, with a dark face mask lying on his neck, was thrown in front of the two lying duo by Mason. The man had a camera hung around his neck, and he had a toothpick in his mouth. He had a stunned look on his face, perhaps due to how Mason found his location without breaking a sweat and in just a few seconds. “What's up?” Hayden and Mia sat up. Even though they asked the question, it's clear to see that they're getting an idea of what's happening.

-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.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

Me, protected in his arms, as he shoved anyone who stood up against him. “You can let go now,” he murmured low in my ear, skimming his lips over my ear lobe. I shuddered and stepped away, looking up at him. Hazel. His eyes were hazel. They burned as they stared down at me through his mask. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip trying not to moan as I recalled the way I had been pressed up against that hard body. He cupped my face, freeing my lower lip from my teeth.