Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

He had gotten a bit more assertive the whole time he was working because Filippe had advised him before that if he wanted to be treated like a leader then he should behave like one, so assertiveness was something he had been working with. He had decided to stick to his promise and he decided to order an undercover investigation regarding the hooded man who tried to sabotage the fashion show that day, the theatre security camera could not really capture his face that well because besides wearing a hoodie he also supported a black facial mask to completely hide her identity, the only thing they managed to capture was a blue and black fire tattoo on her wrist which was briefly seen when he roll

Grabbing the hair tie, I pulled my long blond strands into a loose ponytail at my nape before slipping on the ring. Much like holographic images, the gadget hidden in the hair tie's bobble creates a wall of particles around me while I move. This allows me to become invisible to eyes and cameras. Hopefully, it would be able to give me an advantage over Nash for our spar tonight too. As I twisted the dial on the ring to activate the invisibility field, I pondered over the other problem I would face. The only way into the auditorium was through that ridiculously huge door. Deciding it would be best to focus on running to the venue, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. No problem would

I shook my head "I don't know really..." I was sure he would ask more but to my surprise, he stood up and left, before turning off the lights again. It's been a few minutes and I was certain he won't be back for a while. I reached for the water and took a few sips to soothe my sore throat. After that, I pulled my legs close to my chest so I could reach the tape. I used it a lot, and this tape was strong. I wiggled, clawed, and tried to find the edge but nothing. This must've been a specially made tape. It was impossible to get off if I only had my hands.

’ Ace and I wave goodbye to the crowd, I take a photo and text it to Hailey. ‘Wowzers! There must be thousands of people.’ As we are about to step inside the limo, I turn one last time to wave to the crowd only to freeze in shock. A man wearing a hoodie is hiding his face in the crowd. I can just see the spider tattoo under his eye. He is staring right at me. Red Back. ‘Ladies first,’ Ace says, oblivious to what I’m seeing. I blink a few times and shake my head, before looking up at Ace.

Why the f*ck is he topless? “Do you want to touch it, Jada?” I quickly averted my gaze back to his face and rolled my eyes. “Dream on assh*le.” I shot back and removed my gaze at him back to the mirror to see my reflection. I tried to hide my tattoo on the left sleeve using the makeup foundation to be not recognized by the C. Organization. I’ll be wearing a mask as well to cover my face since this is a secret operation. Achilles and Caleb told us that non of the cops knew about this operation.

It glints in the dim light. "May I?" he asks politely, gesturing to her neck. Liana tilts her head in assent. The cool metal kisses her skin as he wraps the tape around her throat. She holds her breath, her pulse jumping under his fingers. "42 cm," he murmurs, jotting it down on his notepad in a precise script. "Shoulders?" Liana flushes as he circles her torso, his tape sliding under her breasts, lifting them slightly. The weight of his gaze burns into her.

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

I figured it was another condom, but I was too busy leaning up and biting on the skin below his nipple to look. What's fair is fair. I was half right. He did remove another condom, but then I felt something cool slide around my wrist. I looked up. The roll of tape was red, but, strange, more like latex. "It's bondage tape. I'll stop if you want me to."

NATHAN “We found a picture!” someone yelled from the front row and I darted towards the sound. I place my hand on the back of his chair and lean down to access his monitor. I could feel Jeff and others gathered behind me, looking at the monitor. A slightly blurry picture of a bulky guy was displayed from what looked to be a van that was caught briefly on the street camera. He has a small tattoo at the corner of his eyes, and his head is bald. He has a scarf covering the lower part of his face, hiding his appearance from view.

Like a predator that didn’t need to hurry. My lungs felt too small. My heart felt too loud. I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe evenly. The man’s voice had still been in my ear: “Decide. Be invisible. Or be necessary.” I squeezed the mirror device in my palm so tightly it hurt. It was cold and light and wrong, like it didn’t belong in my hand. But I knew what it was. A single-use reflection. A way to transfer my biometric imprint to somewhere else. A way to make me disappear.