Novel & Cerita Usagi And Tuxedo Mask

Tobias "Taro Myers. Black and purple Masquerade mask. Black tux. Talk to him. He will tell you everything you need to know. Tobias I'll never stop loving you." There he was, just like she said. Black tuxedo. Black and purple masquerade mask. He was just standing there, with a glass of champagne in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. He fitted in this crowd like the missing puzzle piece, if she never told me he was here I would have never known. And now he's here, right in front of me after all these years.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

“Small boy?” “Yes,” I said, leaning in. “Are you not small?” He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Thank you, guardian angel,” his tone dripping with sarcasm. Before I could say anything again , he turned and walked off, quick, like he couldn’t get away fast enough. Everyone’s eyes shifted to me. I could feel their stares burning through my skin , their curiosity. I smiled. “He’s suffering from puberty,” I said flatly. A few of them laughed under their breath, some just nodded and went back to work. The test ended not long after, and everyone went back to his chambers to rest . My head wasn’t in it anymore.

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

No matter how hard he is to understand, his eyes give away the things he is trying to mask. "I'll pick you up at 6." He said getting up. "Be ready" "Sean.." I stopped him. "Yea?" "What do I wear?" "Something that suits my tux." He said, heading to the door. "Where are we going?" He flashed a grin. "That's for me to know and you to find out." ***

A tap on the table brought me back from my thought, “Seems you are new here.'' he asked in a rough, husky voice, and I didn't need to be told that this man on a mask was a DOM. “Yes sir, what may I get you.'' I asked while staring at his eyes to see if I could at least get a glimpse of him, but I couldn't, due to the black mask he was putting on. “I would have said my usual, but you are new here, so just get me some cocktail.'' his voice was cold and full of command. I quickly went for his drink and came back with it, “Here it is, sir,'' I told him while placing the drink on the table.

As we walk into the full hall with people dancing, I have my arm looped around Ruggerio’s. Just like the first time I set foot in this room, I feel free and happy. As we descend the long stairs with the white balustrades, we already plan on which bar we are going to attack first, before settling in a cozy lounge. “Who knows if our room will still be available tonight?” Ruggerio grins at me and I shake my head, not able to contain my happy smile. We are wearing the same mask we wore the night we met. The only difference will be, that he will get to slip it off me by the end of the night. THE END

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

Unmoving. A mask glints faintly. My pulse spikes. “Ezra—!” I shout, stumbling backward. Footsteps thunder down the stairs. Ezra appears instantly, gaze snapping to me—then to the darkness behind me. His expression changes. Not fear. Not anger. Recognition. The masked figure steps forward. Moonlight catches the edge of his mask, revealing only the glossy black surface and the suggestion of hollow eyes beneath. He lifts one hand slightly. A gesture of peace.