Usagi And Tuxedo Mask Novels & Stories

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

As I was taking my shoes off after placing the coffee on the table, I noticed a white figure emerging from the unlit room and saw Shiro. At first, it looked like he didn't recognize me so he kept on staring at me but then he realized it was actually me upon getting a closer look, He jumped towards me to get a hug. I hug Shiro back and patted his head as a sign of affection. I missed this tiger so much. Good thing he still remembers me. Midnight signaled Shiro to be on standby so he went near the door and sat down. I sat on the couch then Midnight sat on the other one that was across from me. I took the coffee and handed it to him. He said thanks and finally, we're now gonna talk about the mi

“Mr. Renji, please release your pheromones.” They slid their masks on, then extended another toward Tatsuya. “I’m fine,” Tatsuya said casually, waving it off. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. “I can handle myself.” Taiga didn’t bother with further protest. He let go. The air crackled as his pheromones burst forth, raw and unrestrained. It was like heat shimmering in summer air, filling the room with a suffocating weight that pressed against skin and bone. Even behind their masks, the men flinched, their faces twisting as though they’d inhaled something sharp and burning.

Haruto's attention drifted toward the clothing bench where Kaito had thrown a few accessories and his gaze zeroed on a white mask. He walked over and picked it up. “Is this for something?” He was glad he sighted the mask. He had been wondering how he'd bring up the topic of the party without Aito getting suspicious. He didn't want Aito knowing he had planted a bug on him. Aito nodded. “My brothers are hosting a masquerade party. They’re celebrating a huge contract they signed, so Kaito brought me here to find something to wear.” Haruto turned the mask over in his hand, already imagining how angelic Aito would look in it. “When?”

*delete* wait *typing* ok *delete* *typing* "The hell's taking her long to type?" Leo grunted. (Allura) : ok wait mask can we call? Sent 13:09 "Well shit." Dominic whistled. "Give me the phone." Zacharias said as he snatched it from Dominic. Zacharias lowered himself to Mask who was kneeling on the floor and grabbed his head. "You know what to fucking do." Zacharias said as he pressed the phone on Mask's ear. To make sure, Zacharias points a gun at Mask's forehead.

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.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

''From now on we will do everything together, if you have to go to the bathroom let me know.'' Eros ''Vampire time is different from the outside world so I will be keeping track of things for you guys'' Eros ''I will give you coded names when you are in the castle, you will go by that name'' he said The coded name that Eros gave his team was Bear, Fox, Tiger, Bunny then he came to them masked with the same animal as that name. These mask are magic as long as you are wearing them you can see what the monster looks like.'' Eros

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.