Masky X Toby X Hoodie Novels & Stories

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c

"George? " "What are you doing here?" She asked. "Clubbing." he replied. His surprised expression morphed into a lopsidedsmile, tossing the rest of the drink away,"did you come with someone? " "A friend." "Toby? " Yara furrowed her brows, "no. Why would I come with toby?" He bit his lips, pocketing one of his arm into the ripped jean which he wore with a vintage tee and a pair of loafers. He titled his head to the side, revealing a shiny dot earring.

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."

I was reluctant to break cover until I knew for certain. Toby introduced her as a “masked siren”. I winced at the description. The lacy mask was black, like the majority of her outfit, and her coppery hair swung this way and that as she executed a few rapid moves. I’d advised her to close her eyes and think of her favourite place. So far, it seemed to be working. Then I heard screams and saw my stepbrother advancing towards her. He wasn’t alone. It took me a full minute to realise Moore wasn’t accompanying him by choice and that there was something strapped to the Lycan’s chest which shouldn’t be there: a home-made bomb.

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.

Yasmine's mouth hung open and I just rolled my eyes. “What?” I snapped, going to an empty seat beside Aurelian. “What happened to you?” Felix asked. “I had a terrible day and night,” I said, using my hand to relax my wild hair. I didn’t even cover it, my hoodie is extremely baggy because it belonged to Bryan, one of his possessions I kept because I liked it. Then I wore a black short with my fluffy slippers, I don’t even care how crazy I look right now. “What happened to you?” Felix asked.

by accident. Mark looked at the two milkshakes on the table. "Must be some flu if you’re downing chocolate shakes. My mom usually just gives me soup." "It was the only thing he could keep down," I snapped, a bit too quickly. Toby looked at me, then at Jax. He didn't say anything, but I could see his eyes moving around the room, taking in the fact that Jax was wearing my sweatpants, and the way we both looked like we hadn't moved in ten hours.

He trailed off, his gaze intense. Before I could respond, Colby pulled out his phone and showed me something. My eyes widened as I took in the image: a muscular, shirtless man with toned abs and a chiseled V-line, his face obscured by a black mask. I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on Colby's. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked. Instead, he let out a scoff and leaned in, his voice low and husky. "How would you feel getting fucked by a man in a mask?"

I'd opted for a simple pair of black yoga pants, ones I'd wear when training with Mason and the ones I felt most comfortable with moving around in. I wore a vest top underneath a black oversized hoodie I had in the back of my closet, belonging to Tom, who I knew would not be attending tonight. The hood was easily tightened to cover my dark features that I now coated in the make up I would usually leave out of my evening routine.

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.