Inosuke Sin Máscara Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Painting Naked Liliana stood barefoot in the sunlit studio, wearing nothing but one of Marcus’s oversized white shirts that barely reached her thighs. Her brush moved across the canvas in smooth, confident strokes, blending deep crimson and gold into swirling passion. A small smudge of blue paint marked her cheek, and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Marcus leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her silently. He had never seen her like this before lost in her own world, completely free.

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.

Everyone saw a man in the air with a silver mask whilst wielding a long red sword whom had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The masked man looked down at Santos while waiting for his answer. “Who are you?” Santos lifted his head to look at the masked man who appeared out of nowhere as he asked calmly. Even though he looked calm on the surface, a huge wave was crashing against his heart. ‘Who is this? When did he appear? ‘Why didn’t I notice?’ One had to know that Santos was a peak mid-Infinity Ranker, so how would he not notice if a stranger approached him out of nowhere?

He comes beyond that term. "You are new in this field, right?" Dylan asked the man standing beside him. They are both wearing mask, Tricorno Tarocchi (A joker-like mask with large head piece and with bells on) for him, and Volto Macrame Maschille Gold for his new subordinate. "I'll tell you how we operate our business." They looked at each other. "Our products need a high investment 'ya know. So all we have to do is approach those men with golden spoons in their mouth. Be friendly of course, show them the product and start the deal. Very simple right?"

He turned his head toward me, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement behind his unreadable expression. "You want to get in, don't you?" he asked with a chuckle, reaching for his own mask;a sleek black one with gold accents that matched mine. I rolled my eyes. "Can't we just show up like normal people?" "This is normal," he replied, his voice like velvet and steel all at once. "Cosa nostra has its traditions. This is how things are done."

I ignore her attempt to make small talk with me and lead her to look for our table. As we approach the main gathering area, a waiter appears with a tray of ornate masks. “Alpha, Luna, it’s a masquerade,” he says politely, offering us the tray. “What! Shut the front door… who thought of such a brilliant idea,” Nicole’s eyes light up as she picks a sleek black mask with gold accents. She places it delicately over her face, adjusting it with a practised grace. I on the other hand grab a simple silver mask, slipping it on without much thought.

Then, he handed him a mask. His dilemma was solved when Ortega gave him the mask. He wore it and looked in the mirror to check his appearance. With the ninja mask on, it was only his eyes that remained visible and it would be hard for anyone to recognize him. “This is ridiculous! How could they let us in when it’s too hard to recognize us while wearing the mask?” “Don’t worry about it. Paloma has it covered already,” Ortega answered and reminded him of the password. Marcus recalled that at the bottom of the invitation card that Paloma emailed to him, there was a note that looked like a slogan. He thought it was just an added detail. “Ah, the password.” He answered, then he drove towards the

“Mine.” Riccardo lifts one styled like a sleek Venetian phantom. “Mine.” Vincenzo holds a dark, angular one that looks like something a sinfully handsome villain would wear. “And mine.” I almost laugh. “You’re really doing this?” “We’re not being recognized,” Riccardo reminds me. “And you?” Nico asks, stepping closer. “You’ll go without a mask.” “Yeah yeah, I know. Because you want everyone to see who I belong to,” I say, mimicking them.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

“ Oh , stop being a nun ! It’s female instinct . You have been to much on books and serious relationships that you forgot to have fun . Chill a little ! I promise we would “ said Mel grabbing her from her shoulder , not allowing her to get away . Mel dragged Luna inside despite her wanting to leave . She gave her a mask as part of the regulation and took her to the table where the gigolos would come . Mel received a message for a new mission and went away leaving Luna all alone and annoyed . Jack and Massimo arrived a few minutes later . As soon as they stepped in Jack handed Massimo a black mask and ran as fast as he could after telling him he would be the gigolo for table five . “ That fuc