Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The air in the pit tastes of iron and desperation. I pull my hood lower, my fingers tightening around the cardboard package tucked under my arm. Four years I've spent perfecting this invisibility, learning to walk through places like this without leaving a ripple. Beta. That's the scent I project, the identity I wear like a second skin. The crowd roars as something heavy hits the chain-link floor. I don't look. Never look at the fights. My job is delivery, drop the package, collect my cash, disappear before anyone notices I existed.

I carefully read through the terms and conditions, took a deep breath, and scribbled my name at the bottom, handing it back to her without a second thought. Barbara fixed her gaze on me, a spark of excitement in her eyes, and declared, "Alright, get ready for the photoshoot." She gestured towards her camera and the array of video recording equipment, giving me a rush of adrenaline. Then, she handed me a sleek black mask, its silver glossy markings shimmering under the studio lights. It was designed to cover just my forehead and the area below my eyes—striking and mysterious. I slipped the mask on, feeling an exhilarating mix of anonymity and anticipation. She studied me for a moment, a smirk

The last time I modeled it, his eyes widened in excitement. It’s a plain denim spaghetti strap short romper. That has little flowers on the straps and outlining the pockets, with a matching belt and long silk headband. I use the scarf as a neck sash to camouflage my throat. I don’t have to hide my bruises, but this looks cute. I hope he likes it. I watch a makeup tutorial from Gio and a lovely model. With it, I’m able to hide the discolorations on my face. I did a decent job, and it gave me time to write, as that’s all I’ve been doing.

Enphinius sat at a roadside cafe along the Mars neighborhood, seemingly waiting for something. Smiling slightly, Enphinius held a newspaper in his hand, wrapped with something inside. All the people around did not notice the tattooed man full of body and full of dirt like Enphinius, perhaps avoiding such people has become a natural human reflex, so when he saw it, Enphinius, everyone unconsciously regarded him as invisible. Enphinius stood up when he saw someone walking slowly. He also quickly left the cafe, didn't forget to put a hundred dollar bill on the table and walked quickly towards that person.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

Jack asked all the dishes to be delivered ahead so that they can’t see her but why did someone come now. “I am so sorry Sir. We just got the information from our security that paparazzi is waiting for you in the parking area and someone entered the restaurant in disguise as one of the waiters spotted them with a mini camera. You better leave now” said manager bowing his head as an apology. “Shit” cursed Jack slowly and asked manger to bring two scarfs and gloves immediately. “What should we do?” asked Val shivering.

“Sir, please be ready in ten. The media are all set” Nod speaking, he just heard how the door slowly closed leaving him in his office. Standing up, he made his way to the mirror where he could see the red mark on his face. Touching it, it still give him a sting. “Hah” With lots of alcohol and medical kit inside his drawer, he found it hard to see where ‘that’ thing was. There he finally saw the round cream that had the same tone as his face. Dabbing his finger, he managed to hide the red swollen mark on his face. But even if he can easily cover his eye bags, he hesitates if he would do so. In the end, he decided not to and just let it be.

I slice the tape. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, is a coil of rope. It’s gorgeous. heavy, shibari-grade silk rope in a deep, blood-red color. It shimmers in the light. I run my fingers over it. It’s soft as butter but strong. There’s a card tucked underneath. A heavy, cream-colored stock with handwritten ink. I pick it up, my hands trembling again. For when we meet. —A.R. My heart slams against my ribs.

Before i could pricess what just just happened, three other motorcycles deove towards me, turning different styles before parking close to me. The lights from the accelerated motorcycles were enough to create lumination and see who were around. Four men. The first man had a blind fold on one eye and tattoos of something that looked like a snake rounded his neck. His leather jacket was buttoned open. The second man had a very prominent scar on his lip, his eyes were closed with glasses and he was shirtless, his whole chest filled with ink marks. Man number three looked less scary but the twi of his front teeth were missing and his smile was very creepy.

They seemed far too skilled. The intruder was wearing a black suit that seemed to somehow avoid light, making it even more difficult to keep my eyes on them. I squinted through the binoculars, and when the person halted briefly at a security camera blind spot, I spotted it. Just on their shoulder was a small embroidery. It was a small, silver embroidery: a blindfolded eye weeping a single drop of blood. My blood ran colder than the night air. The Pale Oath.