High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face Novels & Stories

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

he asked quietly, as they drifted past a cluster of guests laughing too loudly at something. "Not yet," Ravyn said. "Scar would be visible even with a mask on, if it's positioned where the message said. Lower cheek, jaw. Most of these masks don't cover that low." "Lot of faces to get through." "I know," she said. "Eyes open. We'll find him."

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch

He went flat on the floor immediately, it was a sniper. “Tch! I missed,” the masked man whispered with a little frustration....

He didn't waste any time and started running to corner the sniper. Kronos looked around and saw the bullet next to them that penetrated the ground. A few more inches closer and it would've hit one of the three of them. "Call in a meeting," she uttered before walking to his car. HARRISON was running through what seemed like millions of stairs before he came face to face with the shooter. The man wears all black and covers himself with a mask and cap. The two stood parallel to one another as they both breathed heavily. "Who are you?" he asked but the man didn't utter a word. The man was about to run away but he pulled a gun and pointed it at his face. His hand hovered over the trigger before t

It was just like a time bomb. "Wench, I'll kill you first!" He screamed. Bang! A single sound of gunfire erupted. Nicole had assumed that she was done for. However, she actually did not feel pain after a few seconds. Instead, the shriek of the man in the face mask floated to her ears, "Ah!" Nicole slowly opened her eyes. A high-powered machine gun shattered everything below the man in the face mask's wrist, leaving only a broken hand. "Someone is ambushing us!" The man in the face mask's second-in-command shouted.

whispered that raspy voice again and Sienna closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He grabbed her face in a tight grip, thumb and fingers digging into her soft skin. “Open your eyes.” Sienna’s eyes shot open come face to face with man wearing some ugly mask with skull painted on it. The masked figure wore a pair of navy-blue mechanic overalls, which stained with oil and grease. His dark eyes pierced into her so she averted her gaze quickly.

“Getting all possessive?” Scarface leaned close. “You think he’ll let me keep her after?” I turned slowly. He blinked. Then laughed. “Damn. I’m hard.” Freak. The vans arrived twenty minutes later. Black steel. Tinted glass. Silent killers stepping out with military-grade rifles and gas masks. Scarface grabbed his smoke grenade. “Daddy’s home, princess!” “Don’t fuck this up,” I snapped, slamming the chamber on my Glock. We moved in fast.