Inosuke Sin Máscara Novels & Stories

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Izzy's voice finally breaks through the laughter. "He literally can't say no to you. Just make sure you wear the mask, it's his favorite part of your outfits." She isn't saying what else the masks is there to do. Make sure the boss doesn't see my face. He can't connect the dots, can't figure out who I really am.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

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.

Caddaric had no intention to fight back since he had given his word, expecting the old man to pull the trigger. Whereas, curiosity took the best part of Sin Jon as he said mockingly, “So the masked man isn’t a robot and has back up too. Your name is Denzel. Denzel what?” He asked. It would be good to reveal the identity of the masked man and also kill him as well. That would make Sin Jon the fearest person among the mafia organizations. As such, his son would take over from him. Caddaric was not going to grant his wish and said in a robotic voice, “Why should I tell you? I’m already a dead man.”

I twisted my hair into a loose updo, dabbed red lipstick on my lips, and waited by the window, watching snowflakes dust the street. His SUV pulled up right on time, engine purring like a predator. Vic leaned over to open the door, eyes raking me from head to toe. “Damn, Selena. You'll have them popping cocks early.” He said, handing me a mask, it was a black lace, Venetian style, covering half my face. “The theme is masquerade. Keep it anonymous.” I tied it on, the anonymity sending an illicit thrill up my spine.

he snarls, voice layered, distorted, “would be a great time.” “For what?!” I scream. Ezra’s eyes flash—not blue anymore, but something darker, deeper, like a storm rolling in behind them. He bares his teeth. And speaks a word that does not belong to any language I know. The air splits. Literally. The space beside Ezra fractures like glass, peeling back to reveal darkness beneath—and from it steps the masked man. Fully formed. Solid. Real. He moves in perfect synchronization with Ezra, like a reflection stepping out of a mirror. Same height. Same build. Same presence. The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly.