Masky X Hoodie Yaoi Novels & Stories

Even Ah Yin shook her head slightly, "Even I don't know." "Did you buy some masks?" Chen inquired and Ah Yin nodded. With a thought and sliver of spirit energy, she pulled out eleven oval masks with various colors and carvings on them. Out of all the masks, there was only one that suited his black battle robes. A simple black mask carved out of the devil tree's wood but it didn't have any spirituality. The sections of the eyes were bordered by white marking. Taking the mask and trying it on, Chen suddenly looked towards Ah Yin with an intensity she had never felt before. His green eyes locked with her blue eyes as he questioned her calmly, "How do I look?"

He flipped me over onto my back, hiking my legs up over his shoulders so he could see exactly where we were joined. "Look at that," he panted, his obsidian mask looking down at me like a god. "You're a mess. My friend's cum on your face, and my cock buried in your pussy. You like being our toy, don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, my hands reaching out to touch the smooth surface of his mask. "Please... please don't stop."

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.

I text Yasmeen again, after sending her a sneaky picture of the men: "I think I'm going to introduce myself to that group of mafia men. I need some spice in my life. LMFAO!" Again, I decide my own text is absolutely hilarious. Once I lookout again, I catch one of the men looking straight at me. His eyes... they're cold. They're so cold that it sent me straight chills. He's the one wearing a mask with a white or grey-ish dragon printed on it. The dragon looks like it's holding a red flower... a rose? I quickly look away as my heart starts to hammer against my chest and my breathing quickens.

“ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio confused . “ I have heard a lot of compliments from the guests today about my appearance but yours was quite blunt . “ said the masked man . “ I am telling the truth though . That costume is a lot of money . “ said Antonio staring at him . After laughing , the light where they were , turned on and the two of them could see each other’s appearance clearly . The masked man was a bit surprised from Antonio’s appearance . ‘ He is obviously a man but surprisingly……he is very beau

I am so going to slay the party! **************** "Oh my MoonGod,Tessa! Please hold my hand. I'm scared." I say, and Tessa holds my hand from my right. "Don't worry. You look amazing! I didn't imagine you would do such great work with your dress. If I was a guy, or a lesbian, then I would have fallen for you. Now, wear this mask." She pulls out a black, fancy mask with glitters on it. I'm glad that unlike others, this mask doesn't have a feather. I hate them!

I pulled the heavy black hoodie over my head, letting the thick cotton swallow my soaked shirt. The scent of winter air and tobacco instantly wrapped around me, a warm shock to my shivering skin. I yanked the collar up high, checking the locker mirror to make sure the dark bruise on my neck was completely buried under the fabric. "Rough morning, huh?" I jumped, my locker door nearly slamming shut. Mason was leaning against the metal locker right next to mine, his arms crossed over his athletic build. He wore a loose gray jersey, his bright eyes fixed right on my face. When he saw me startle, he smiled, a deep dimple appearing on his cheek.

She was saying we should make up, but her nails were pinching my skin so hard it made me gasp for air. I jerked my hand away: "Go away!" "Ah—!" Joyce tumbled to the ground in a mess. Howard was furious. He quickly helped Joyce up and yelled at me, "You're crazy! Say you're sorry to Joyce right now!" I just laughed and told the security guard who had hurried over, "Security, kick them out!" Howard was so mad his face turned dark. "Don't think this will make me notice you. If you just do as you're told, I'll go with you to get the marriage license in a few days."

I watched quietly as a group of children ran around wearing crude animal masks, their laughter echoing. One of them, a little girl barely seven, handed me a mask shaped like a fox. “For you,” she said shyly before running off. I held it gently. A fox; clever, quick, always surviving. Maybe that meant something. Mason approached me then, his own mask tucked under his arm, a wolf with silver markings. He smiled softly, trying too hard to look unaffected, too careful in that way he’d been since we agreed things between us would stay strictly platonic.