High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face Novels & Stories

“Fuck, you are perfect. Give me a second.” He disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a second sleek black mask, similar to his own. He handed it to me. I slipped it on, adjusting it until it felt secure. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my mouth and chin exposed. Richie put his own mask back on. The sight of him like that, combined with everything else, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. “Ready?” he asked, his voice already husky as he turned on the ring light and camera.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

amused. Then he did something unexpected. He reached up, gripping the edge of his mask, and tore it off. The face beneath was young—mid-twenties, maybe—but hard, sharpened by experience and war. His skin was pale beneath the dim lights of the hallway, his cheekbones sharp, and his lips curved into a smirk that didn’t reach his cold, glowing eyes.

Travis visibly collapses into his seat more than he already is. "But ... You have a face that can catch people's eyes even in a sea of ​​other faces. Even when you're not frowning, you still have a determined and distinguished look on your face that screams "Alpha Macho" but there's also something youthful about your features that makes you seem kind and easy to get along with. Some people have such a bitter and mean expression that it makes you want to get away from them instantly, but not your face. Your face draws people in. So I guess the reason you are still wearing the mask would be a bit of both"

He commanded and pressed the gun in head. "Don't hurt her. Here, I'll drop my gun." I said and slowly lowered the gun on the ground, not leaving my eyes away from them. "Good. Now get your other gun behind your back and drop it too." He said. I bit my lower lip. He knew. I followed his instructions. "Good girl. Now remove your mask." He said again. "You are the guy from the pier." I said. Jessy blinks two times. She was giving me signal and I don't know what the fuck that is!

‎ ‎Between the man I was raised to obey, and the man who had thrown himself in front of a sniper laser for me? ‎ ‎Tears gathered in my eyes before I could stop them. ‎ ‎“I don’t” My voice cracked. “I don’t know.” ‎ ‎Gregory looked shattered. ‎Zayden looked like he expected that answer. ‎ ‎But both of them turned when something else happened. ‎ ‎The masked man ‎The one with the sun symbol ‎stepped fully out of the shadows at last. ‎ ‎Into the streetlight. ‎ ‎And for the first time, I saw his face.

______ From a tall building near the company, a man clad in a black hoodie and black sweatpants, with a mask covering half of his face, stood beside an MTS 116m suppressed sniper rifle, which is considered one of the deadliest weapons. He pulled out his vibrating phone from his pocket and picked up an incoming call. [How is it going?] A lady's voice reverberated from the other side of the phone. "Ma'am, she's not yet out, but I think-" His husky voice sounded as he gave his reply, but before he could finish his sentence, his gray eyes spotted three people, two males and a female, walking out of the company building, and he immediately stuffed the phone into his pocket.

he pointed to a smaller trail that looked to lead in front of the small group, "we may be able to intercept them. What is your plan for gaining the upper hand?" "I don’t have one. What could we possibly say that might sound believable?" They rose and took the smaller trail. All the way they did not speak, but in their minds they batted around what could be said that would be even remotely believable. Each idea sounded ever more far fetched than the last. Then they were there. The trail had become wider and they were on it right in front of the group they were chasing. These were assassins. That much was easy to see from the gear they carried. The only one the captain or Ian could pick out wa

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

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.