Anbu Black Ops Mask Novels & Stories

With that, it will be hard for him to recognize me. I put on my ghost-like mask, and then I step down from my car. I’m dressed in black clothes. A black trouser and a black shirt that's rolled down my sleeves. I also have gloves on. Everything about me is black and dark and I would have been blending in with the darkness if not for the mask that I'm wearing. The front side is white. I check my mask again, just to make sure that it wouldn’t fall off during our intense fucking.

Anita suggested. Morgan simply followed Anita's lead. He pretended he didn't know anyone here, as he was now playing Morgan. No one would easily recognize her now that she was wearing a mask. Anita walked gracefully to the dining table, taking two glasses of drink for herself and Morgan. The man stood calmly beside her, his eyes still alert from behind the black mask he was wearing that night. As Anita handed one glass to Morgan, a sarcastic voice sounded behind them. “So this is your husband, Anita?” Ayu asked, her voice laced with a sardonic smile.

He tilted his head back, held his breath, scrambled to take off his short-sleeved t-shirt, wiped the vomit off his face, and glared at Blackie. "You're just going to watch? Hurry up and get me water!" "Yes yes yes…” Blackie quickly let go of Alex and went back to the car to get mineral water. Alex stared at the masked man's right arm, where there was a tattoo in the shape of a wing, which looked very familiar.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

I say, covering my face with my hand as I try to make my way out of the big crowd. However, the next thing I know, a confused man slams on me. “Ouch!” I scream as I almost collapse to the white sand, but the same man catches me before I fall. Forget saying thank you; who wears black in the whole of Mombasa City, and worst of all, a complete black sweat suit with a floral trench court? Forget the cap that is covering his upper face, and also forget the double dark shades. Let’s talk about the black mask that covers everything from his chin to his nose. In short, all his facial features are secured. No detail of his face can be seen. This is… I jerk myself away from him. “Be careful. Miss!”

She can recognize her voice, she can't take this risk. Pihoo observed Dr Anamika. She put on a black cloak, which covered her upper body to her knees. Shoes and narrow white jeans. Her coloured hair gave her an elegant look. Her eyes were different than usual. It was hard for Pihoo to guess her feelings. Pihoo could only see her eyes as the rest of her face was hidden by a mask.

She mouthed and enter inside her room. ~ Altansanai stood in the mirror as she turn around to check out her dress. She wore black tight elastic long pants with a turtleneck black long sleeve vest that hug her upper body displaying her bunky milky factories which pushed her out seeking attention. A black thin belt tied on her stomach a little above her navel and a black mask covering her up from head to neck and sinking into the turtleneck vest she wore making all her face invisible except her nose and eyes.

‎He had a high nose bridge, and a small pointed nose. ‎On his left brow rested a small scar that separated his thick brow into identical halves. ‎He was wearing a black face mask, engraved with a painting of a skull. ‎I couldn't see his lower face clearly but I could easily tell he was charming beyond words. ‎Even terrified as I was, I couldn't deny the fact that he was angelic. ‎His attire consisted of a sleeveless black garment, partially revealing his broad chest and large arms, emphasizing his ripped physique. On his left shoulder rested the number “50”

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night