Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

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.

Debris falls on the ground, revealing a beautiful orb not more extensive than a tennis ball. Without thinking, I reach out my finger, touching the ball, which causes the entire room to shine like the sun. Squinting, I step away from the light, covering my face with my arms. I'm pushed away by an invisible force until suddenly the craziness stops, and a man appears out of nowhere. His eyes are shut close, white hair flows around his head, and his lips form a gentle smile. Tribal tattoos snake around his arms—they are glowing in white and contrasting with his brown skin.

He laughed from my questions, grinning as he stepped on the break, making the car jump and the tires screeched noisily on the ground, He didn't say no word, opened the pigeon hole and pulled out a black tape, he peeled it off and placed it on my eyes, then waved his hands around and asked, “ What am I doing?” I bit my tongue, considering if I should answer or not. Then I said slowly, “ You are waving your hands.” The mood in the car plummeted, he let out a groan, peeling out more tape and placing them on my eyes until I could barely move my face. “ It hurts.” I said softly, batting my eyelashes that had stuck to it while my eyes burnt from the pain. He said no words, not even a grunt.

His head shook before the words even came. "I – I don't know his name." Kael didn't react. "Try again." "I swear," Vance choked out, dragging a hand over his face. "He came at night. I never saw his face." Something in my chest tightened. "How did he hide it?" I asked, stepping closer to the bars. "A hood? A cloak?" Vance swallowed hard. "A mask." The word hung there. "What kind?" I pressed. His gaze lifted to mine, wide and unfocused, like he was seeing it again. "Black. Like the feathers." His voice dropped. "No features. Just… holes for the eyes."

On the screen, 25,000,000 freezes beside an anonymized code she knows belongs to him. His grip tightens just enough to remind her it’s there before he lets go. “You’re welcome,” he says. “For what?” Ava manages, anger and adrenaline burning under her skin. “For not letting you paint a target on that pretty forehead,” he replies. “There are numbers even rich little tourists don’t touch in a room like this.” “You assume I scare that easily.” “I assume you’re not suicidal.” His gaze drags over her mask, her eyes, her hair—measuring, filing something away. “Most people in this room spend millions trying to stay invisible,” he says softly. “You just tried to spend twenty-five to be noticed.”

"Hands behind your back. I'll tape your wrists. Not tight – you can break out if you pull hard. But it'll hold if you want it to. Okay?" My pussy clenches. "Okay." "Color system. Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. What's your color?" "Green. So fucking green." He guides my hands behind my back – gentle, his rough fingers positioning my wrists together. He wraps the tape – not tight, just snug, the adhesive cool against my skin. He checks the tension immediately. "Pull for me. Make sure you can break it if you need to." I pull. The tape stretches but holds. I could rip free with effort. But I don't want to.

Unless. Elias stopped talking. He raised his head and looked straight into my eyes. "Unless they were invisible," I whispered, the truth slowly revealing in my front. "That explains the scent masker," Thorne said. He stood near the entrance, holding his injured arm against his ribs. The white cloth wrapped around his arm was soaked through with a fresh ring of dark blood. "They sprayed it to cover their tracks so our senses could not follow them through the halls." I shook my head frantically back and forth. Tears poured down my face. I refused to accept it. My mind rejected the nightmare unfolding around me.

He kept his face concealed, city landscape. Later, in a security room, a scan of the tapes would reveal nothing interesting. Just a blur of travelers. If one rewound the tape, frame by frame, he or she might glimpse a distorted, passing reflection in a wet tile or a shiny handrail. A man-shaped smudge, a watery ghost. No recognizable features. No face.

“Do not deliver it.” “Figures,” Bobby muttered. “Then you’ll have to come get it.” She paused, thinking ahead. “Do you have someone who can help me mount it? You know…someone discreet?” Bobby snorted. “You don’t need anyone. It’s simple. You find the spot you want, stick it on the surface, and that’s it.” Aurora frowned slightly. “Just like that?” “Yes,” he said, almost offended she doubted him. “It’s got a camouflage effect. Blends into whatever surface you put it on. Walls. Shelves. Corners. You won’t even notice it’s there.”

Instead, in its place was the flaming hot body of a highly trained alpha who had very clearly, worked hard to chisel out every muscle that was adding spice to his delicious body. The way his delectable V line trailed to his- …. “I know you wanna see the magnificent end of the trail, babe but c’mon ! We need to slow down a bit, don’t you think, Timz ?” that narcissistic, hella sexy man teased while smirking. Shit. Shit. Shit. He caught me ! Someone please make me vanish !! “You can turn invisible,” Zumi deadpanned. “That won’t help, bitch !! He fucking caught me staring at his man tools !” I internally sobbed.