High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet. She picked up her mask—a delicate, silver filigree piece that covered the upper half of her face, adorned with black diamonds. "You look dangerous." Zara turned. Ethan leaned against the doorframe of the suite. He was breathtaking. He wore an immaculate, tailored black tuxedo, a stark contrast to the silver masquerade mask resting in his hands. He leaned casually on his silver-tipped cane, though Zara knew the cane concealed a high-voltage shock baton.

Nezeira looked at them and said in an icy tone, “Are you guys done? Because if UV rays are something you thought you could use to subdue me because it's night-time, then I afraid it is not going to work.” Then she started to walk towards them. The two masked people started to retreat with the shorter one suddenly turning around and jumping off the window escaping, leaving his companion behind. The taller person, saw that their plan failed, and tried to flee but Nezeira, in lightning speed caught the person by the collar hoisted up and with one swift move snatched away the mask revealing a handsome face. She coldly stared at the dark brown eyes and spoke,

I whispered into her hair, my right arm wrapping securely around her waist. With my free hand, I pulled a compact emergency respirator mask from my tactical belt and slipped it over her face, securing the straps behind her head so she wouldn't inhale the toxic chemicals filling the room. Heavy tactical gunfire echoed through the smoke from the doorway. Alex and Marco breached the room with full night-vision goggles, suppressing the area with rhythmic, lethal precision into the gloom to keep Costa’s men pinned down. "Smoke is holding, Capo!" Marco’s deep voice bellowed through the headset. "We’ve blinded their sightlines, but Costa and the kid are scrambling for the rear escape!"

Metal scraped my knuckles. There. My Glock. Still in my shoulder holster somehow. I pulled it free just as the first boot appeared in my line of sight. The man crouched down to peer into the wreckage. Masked. Armed. He saw me and smiled—I could tell from the way his eyes crinkled above the mask. "Ares Mortivane." His accent was Eastern European. Russian maybe. "The great protector. Not so great now, yes?" "Fuck you." I tried to aim the gun but my left hand was shaking too badly. Blood loss. Shock. Take your pick.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

"We're talking sniper. Professional-grade equipment, a suppressed barrel, positioned at least two hundred yards out, probably on one of the rooftops across from the parking structure." Harper's breath caught in her throat. "A sniper?" she echoed, her blood running cold in her veins. "You're saying someone planned this.” Reyes nodded, his expression grim. "That's exactly what I'm saying. But it gets more complicated." He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, then angled it toward her. The still image was grainy—clearly pulled from enhanced CCTV—but unmistakable. A woman dressed in black from her fitted tactical-style jacket, dark jeans, black ball cap to her face mask.

I hauled my frame over the railing, my soaked dress shoes landing with a loud, metallic clang against the iron slats. The stalker was already halfway up the third flight of stairs, his boots rattling a rhythmic, frantic beat against the structure. He turned his head for a fraction of a second, the amber light from a nearby office window catching the interior of his hood. He wasn't wearing a mask. He was wearing a high-end, military-grade ballistic facial shield—a sleek, matte-black composite material that completely obscured his features while providing protection against low-velocity fragments. It didn't matter. I didn't need to see his face to recognize the absolute structural symmetry of

she tried to scream, but her throat was dry, clogged with dust and the acrid sting of burnt plastic. Through the rising column of black smoke, the towering silhouette of the High Council’s lead enforcer stepped into the lab. His golden mask gleamed under the flickering, damaged emergency lights, reflecting the chaos like a distorted flame. The heavy, pressurized plates of his armored boots ground the shattered glass beneath his feet into a fine, glittering powder. Behind him, four syndicate assassins stepped through the threshold in perfect, synchronized formation, their heavy relic-dampening harpoon rifles raised and sweeping the room.

“He’s hired, investigators. Three that I know about. Maybe more. Private professionals. The kind his father used for business matters.” I straightened in my chair. “How long?” “Since the week after the funeral.” I huffed. Of course, he had. “What does he have?” “The alias. Viper.” I closed my eyes, groaning softly. “And?” “A description from the hotel.” She hesitated. “Dark tactical gear. Raven mask. Red hair visible at the back of the neck. Damn it.The hood. It had slipped while I was leaving through the bathroom window. At the time, I hadn’t cared.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.