Red Hood Domino Mask Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Confident. I like that." The bell dangles from her wrist as she moves closer. "Are you a Dom?" she asks while studying me. "Because you definitely look like one." I almost laugh. "If I say yes, does that line usually work?" "It works often enough." Her hand slides up my arm. "I could make your night interesting." Before I answer, movement catches the corner of my eye. A woman in a red dress walks through the crowd. Everything else immediately becomes irrelevant. The white furry mask covering her face should make her blend into the dozens of masked guests around her.

“But it seems the real you just took control.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice tight as I stared at him, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “I barely recognize you without your neon armor,” Dominic said, a slow, mocking trace of amusement cutting through the rough edge of his baritone. He leaned down slightly, his gaze scanning my plain, unadorned nightgown and tangled hair. “Where is the breathless gossip about your jewelry allowance? What happened to the fragile princess who couldn’t bear the sight of plain armor because it ruined the aesthetic of her carriage rides?”

When Damien went to work and the girls to school, I returned to my room and began putting the pieces of a costume together. I had purchased some dark clothes, one piece at a time so as not to generate any suspicion, and I had all the pieces now. I even had a black bandana to hide my hair, which I would then doubly hide with the hood of this sweatshirt. And I had a white domino mask that would cover the upper half of my face, leaving only my nose exposed.

“What’s that?” He dipped his hand into his pockets and took out a black blind fold. “I’ll tie this first.” “Dom… what have you planned out?” She asked, smiling as she turned around for him to tie the blind fold. “All you’ve got to do is stand pretty and wait,” he said. “Okay,” she nodded. Domingo knelt on one knee. In his hands was the box containing the black diamond ring. “You can untie the blind fold,” he said softly.

He was at our side in two strides, dropping to his knees. "Raven," he breathed. I didn't let go immediately. I couldn't. My body was still in a defensive lock, my arms a cage that I wasn't ready to open. Dominic saw it. He saw the way I was shielding her, and he didn't challenge me. He just reached out, his hand trembling as he touched her cheek. "Is she hurt?" Dominic asked, his voice low. "Exhausted," I said, finally forcing my arms to loosen. "She took it down, Dominic. Single-handed. The thing in the armor... she blasted it back to whatever hell it came from."

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

Lorenzo squatted in front of him, a wicked smile still on his face before he dangled something in front of him. “I have a permanent solution to your problem." Lorenzo raised his brows playfully but Dominik wasn't interested in whatever was in his head. “Let's put this on you, shall we?" He inched closer and forced the oversized mask on the pale face of Dominik till the boy shook in desperate need for air.

His eyes searched me frantically. “Are you hurt?” he asked sharply. “Did they injure you? Tell me where they touched you.” I was still shaking so badly I could barely speak. “I... I cannot breathe properly...” His face darkened with rage. His fingers brushed the bruises forming around my throat and his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. Behind him, Dominic ripped the mask off one of the attackers. Then his expression changed. His brows furrowed deeply. “These are not rogues,” he said.

I paint my lips a dark, blood-red to mask the cut. By the time I’m done, I don't look like a woman who killed a man last night. I look like Eve Grimaldi. Perfectly put together on the outside. I dress in armor. A high-necked black blouse to hide any marks on my chest. Wide-legged trousers. A tailored blazer with sharp shoulders. Dominik is dressed and waiting for me. He looks surprised at how well I’ve managed to hide my battle scars, but he doesn't say anything. He just takes my hand and leads me downstairs.

I found it adorable. “To complete the ensemble, Ms. Sheridan.” I curiously pulled the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a gold mask, much like Dominic was wearing. However, mine had what seemed like diamonds encrusted in it and a few feathers, the same as I had on my train. “It’s beautiful,” I gasped. Dominic’s smile widened, and he quickly helped tie the mask to the back of my head. He did it just in time as a swarm of photographers spotted him and hurried to get a few shots of the city’s golden boy.