Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon

Being without him for a full day has been torture. Standing from the chair, I grab the Silver dress, with moon and stars wove into the fabric and its deep v-cut neckline meant to drive Damon wild. Removing the hanger, Taylor and Emma help me get into the dress pulling the sleeves over my shoulders while Emma's fingers make quick work of the buttons at the back. Charity comes over the silver velvet choker meant to cover my mark until it's complete. The lines grow darker and more defined the closer it gets to midnight of a full moon.

I forced my legs to move, following Zeus toward the platform. As we climbed the steps, Zeus reached into his jacket and pulled out a mask. Black leather with silver stitching, similar to what many pack members wore but somehow more elegant. “Wear this,” he said, handing it to me. I took it with hands that wanted to shake but didn’t. The leather was soft against my fingers as I positioned it over my face, tying the strings behind my head. Zeus stood close to an ornate chair that looked completely out of place in this field. The crowd went silent, every eye turning toward us.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

Bulan is a tight-knit city, after all. "Let us welcome, the Daughter of the Moon, Luna Almazan." the host presented. Luna emerged from the entrance of the garden, wearing a silver long dress with thin straps on her shoulders. The bodice is embroidered with gold laces with symbols of the phases of the moon. A thin fabric attached to the bodice serves as long sleeves but left the shoulders bare to give it an off-shouldered look. Layers of silver tulle and satin form her long skirt that brushes the ground when she walks.

“I can’t believe the masquerade ball is in two days.” Talia had never seen Selene this excited before. "I want to get one of those enchanted masks at the market. The ones that change colors based on your mood." Selene continued. "Those are expensive," Anna pointed out. "I don't care. It'll be worth it." Selene looked at Damon. "What about you? What are you getting?" Damon crossed his arms, his eyes were on Talia as he spoke. "Nothing.” “Nothing?” Selene repeated, trailing his line of sight and Damon just shrugged.

Still, she carefully unwrapped the gift, curious to see what was inside. From the cotton used to cushion the interior emerged a lovely artisan-made domino mask. Its base was a midnight black as deep as the secrets whispered in the moonlit gardens, made to cradle the wearer's features within a velvety embrace. From the elegant curvature of the mask’s forehead and temples emerged a celestial dance of silver filigree, forming delicate crescent moons that seemed to capture the very essence of a romantic night. The eyeholes were adorned by intricate silver swirls. Stardust and miniature constellations spiralled around the edges, creating an otherworldly allure.

Chapter Seventy-nine Talon Maverick They fastened the last clasp on my ceremonial tunic, a dark obsidian laced with silver embroidery, a garment only worn once in a lifetime. Sometimes that might change, it could be worn more than once, but that was for Alphas who wanted more than one Luna, but for me, this would be the last time. I was only going to wear it for this moment. For the mating bond that would bind my soul to hers.

A gloved hand slid around her waist from behind, fingers splaying possessively over the silk just below her navel. Isabella exhaled softly, a sound that might have been surprise or surrender. She leaned back, letting her body settle against the hard planes of his chest. He was solid, the cut of his tuxedo sharp against her softer curves. His mask was matte black, simple, severe, carved from onyx and edged in thin silver.

Tristan proudly presented his weapon. - Selena? - Felix was surprised. -Have you met the goddess of the White Moon? Does she really exist? “It still exists,” William’s voice unexpectedly responded, “and not only Selena.” The guys turned to their dark-eyed friend. Felix, no longer able to contain his amazement, opened his mouth, and Tristan’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. On top of the usual “Onyx” attire was worn elegant armor, identical to Tantario’s armor, with the only difference being that the patterns on the iron were decorated with black silver, and the moon sign on the breastplate was cast in a dark blue color, in which one could barely discern a moonstone. Her loose hair was woven in

--- AT THE PRIVATE ISLAND As the yacht stopped, the engine fell silent, leaving only the gentle splash of waves. The pier glowed under golden lights, and a cool breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, brushing against my hair. Demetri turned to me, reaching into his coat pocket. Without a word, he pulled out an intricate masquerade mask, a deep burgundy red with gold embellishments that shimmered under the dim lights. Carefully, he lifted it, securing it over my face. His fingers lingered briefly along my jaw before pulling away.