Toby X Masky X Hoodie の小説・ストーリー

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.

She’s been trying to get a piece of me for years and to lose to someone that no longer had any friends, must have crushed her ego immensely. Damn, I really don’t want to burst into that scene, but I guess I really don’t have a choice at the moment. Jude and I pull down our face masks, and each stand on either side of the door. I let Jude do the counting, and when he sticks up his third finger, we burst through the door, surprising all four them. “What the fuck…” I shoot a dart at Toby first, hitting him in the upper arm, and cutting off his words.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

Tom asked as he took his time accesing the figure in front of him. The figure wore a head mask that has a stony beard-like something protruding from it. Looks pretty much like the stanched beard of a goat. His hooded mask was very colorful, has streaks of yellow, blue and red striped side to side. The mask somehow made him look very handsome and approachable yet exuding mighty authority and power. He looked down to access his bare skin, they were olive and very smooth. Looked like royalty or someone born and bred in the palace. Wow. He looked so Egypt and have their faces too, only too smooth.

Not that I wouldn't mind laying down with all the snacks, it'd be easier to grab them. I hopped over the end of the bed frame and crawled next to Connor, on the side with his good leg. We were curled up next to each other, my leg resting over his good one and his arm around my back. He was wearing basketball shorts and an old school hoodie. I was actually wearing a pair of his sweatpants which he left at my house and some lacrosse pinny I found in the back of my closet. While the beginning of the movie was going, I glanced up at Connor, watching as the muscles in his face tensed up and relaxed. I traced words with my finger on the hoodie's material over his stomach. He smiled down at my hand

Fu— “I’ll wait for you. Bye.” “Bye.” And the line went dead. Toby said something through the duct tape, willing me to pay my attention back to him. I ripped the tape off and he flinched. I smiled at the obvious pain I just gave him. “Oh, bro, you’re in fucking love,” he commented instead. My smile turned into a grin, like a fucking teenager. “I guess I am.” “Dude, I never thought of you as a lover boy. Is she part of your plan to blend in? So people wouldn’t notice anything peculiar about you? Is she like your cover?” He winced, taking the pressure off of his bruised wrists.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Tyler narrowed his eyes as he looked at Toby coldly. Jean calmed down quickly. Dorian looked at Toby curiously. Looking at Jean, he asked carefully, "Mom, who is this?" Toby noticed that Dorian was looking at him. Faced with a child, he softened his gaze and held his hand out to Dorian. "Hello, I'm Toby Jacobs," he said seriously. Dorian was stunned. Then, he held his hand out to Toby and shook it. "Hello, I'm Dorian." Toby didn't seem to treat him like a child at all. He treated him like a man. Dorian suddenly felt much more confident.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

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.