High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Face Novels & Stories

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

She stared at this strange face with rapt attention and didn't know when the man took the gun away from her, threw it away and slowly kissed her deeper and deeper. Sarah didn't try to resist him. She hungrily took his lips into hers as her eyes searched his curiously, "Richard?" she said with a husky voice. "Yes, Mrs. Wilson," he responded. Sarah slowly moved her fingers over his erratic face and at this point, didn't see any resemblance between the shape of his face and Richard's. She wanted to push him away when the tall and elegant man slowly ran his white and soft fingers over the collar of his shirt, opened two buttons as his hand went down to his neck and slowly pulled off a hyper-real

Lacey, our sniper, whispered from my side, the concern evident in her voice. We were both sprawled out on the roof of the old abandoned warehouse with our fronts pressed to the edge of the surprisingly sturdy zinc. Lacey had her rifle settled, the barrel angling slightly to the right, waiting for our targets to step onto the stage. Her blonde hair was scraped back into a severe ballet styled bun, and the black half-face mask she wore concealed everything but her eyes. We’d known each other for years, but those green eyes never failed to stun me. Even in the gloom, they were piercing. A clear, vibrant emerald that could make anyone look twice. Lacey was the kind of beautiful that made men stu

For a second, I can pretend I’m not me. Then I see him. He’s standing at the edge of the midway, just beyond the glow of a flickering streetlamp. He’s Tall…so tall his shoulders block out the light behind him, and completely still, like he’s been carved from the shadows themselves. A mask covers the upper half of his face, something sleek and black, molded to his features like a second skin. The lower half is all sharp angles with high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass and lips that look like they’ve never smiled.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

Her mask was still on, tilting slightly to one side. The man stepped back when Kim entered. Kim walked in without a word, his expression cold and hard, his footsteps slow and controlled. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, then moved toward Ariana. He grabbed her chin firmly and lifted her face. Her eyes opened just enough to meet his. “So, we finally meet. Hello, Rose Sinclair.” He reached out and removed the mask from her face. Then, his grin went straight back to a rigid expression. His body went still.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face