Novel & Cerita Toby X Masky X Hoodie

Rory mentally groaned at the familiar person; he seemed to like to pop out from his blindside. Harvey… He mentally sighed. Toby turned to Harvey, and something flashed in his eyes, which he quickly masked with a smile. “You are Toby… right? Toby Armstrong, the TV star?” Harvey asked.

“Lisa? Is that you behind those oversized shades?” I looked up, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun reflecting off the Atlantic. Standing there was Toby. Toby was “normal” personified. We had gone to high school together . He was wearing a faded band tee, his hair was a mess of salt-crusted blonde curls, and he smelled like coconut tanning oil and old surfboards. “Toby,” I breathed, and for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile touched my lips. “I didn’t think you’d be back from UCSD yet.”

Toby did not respond to the message and immediately stood up, peeking in the peephole to check who it was, and his eyes widened to see Xander bloodied, his clothes unkempt, and his hair messy. He hurriedly opens the door and lets Xander in, “What happened to you?” He inquired while searching where the blood could have originated. Soon he noticed the wound on Xander’s ear. “Come. Sit.” Toby gestured at the couch. Xander remained silent but followed Toby’s action. Toby wants to ask a lot of things, but seeing the look in Xander’s eyes, he stops himself and hastily takes the first aid kit. CONCURRENTLY… At Hannah’s apartment…

Andre shook a bottle of whiskey in front of her. "Sure." she pulled the door open further to let him in. "What are you doing in a hoodie?" Christy tried to inquire. She had known Andre for years and only now had she been him wear a hoodie to her house or any place at all. She would have sworn he didn't own one. "Just feeling a little cold so I thought maybe we could hang out," he smirked, scanning the house as though he searched for something. "But.." "sshh... But we said we wouldn't anymore?" She nodded, slowly receiving the toxin his finger slowly moving down her lips delivered.

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

He wore a mask that only covered the top half of his face, leaving that familiar, arrogant smirk visible. "Thorne," Andreas said. His voice was a low warning. Tobi stepped forward, his eyes glinting behind his mask. He didn't look at Andreas. He looked straight at me. I felt like I was being dissected. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might pass out. Was he going to recognize me? Would he see Asher underneath the mask? "What a beauty you have there, Lionel," Tobi said. He took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving mine. "I didn't think you had a heart left to lose, but it looks like you found a real treasure in the ruins of your club."

I asked, trying to keep a straight face. Thorne doubled over. "You look ridiculous." "Good," I said, handing him a pair shaped like hearts. "Your turn." We spent the next half hour picking out the most absurd items for each other. By the time we left, Thorne was wearing a shark-shaped backpack, and I was sporting a glittery unicorn headband. As we walked back to the car, Thorne looked at me, his expression softer than usual. "Thanks," he said low. "For what?" I asked, stopping to face him.

she added. “Help me,” he held the clothes up and raised his eyebrows. “Car and go.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “They’re pretty dated. Whoever lived here hasn’t been here in some time.” After checking the clothing thoroughly to ensure there were no eight legged hitch-hikers, she pulled on an oversized denim jacket over the sweats she was wearing and put on two layers of socks as none of the men’s shoes would fit her. “Glamorous,” she complained. Toby had more luck, pulling on a pair of parachute tracksuit pants and a band t-shirt from two decades before. The shoes fit him, and he laughed under his breath. “And go.”

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Cody was left to recalibrate the mansion’s security features. He was having sleepless nights lately, and his crew were now overworked. He decided to relax a bit. It’s almost six-thirty in the evening. The short afternoon flew by, and then came sundown, gray dusk, and the stars glistening in the sky. He’s on his way to a party hosted by one of their family’s business partners. It’s a masquerade party, so he had to put on a nice tuxedo and a silver half-faced mask. The color of his white Audi convertible matches the color of his mask. It screams elegance and sophistication.