Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

I blink rapidly, tears finally spill over. I’ve spent my whole life waiting to be invisible. Now, for the first time, I finally want to be seen.

Adrian asked. I stepped back, checking from different angles. "Invisible." He put on his undershirt, then his dress shirt, buttoning it carefully. I checked again. Nothing. You couldn’t see it, couldn't tell it was there unless you were looking for it—unless you knew, or unless Alexei suspected and decided to check. "If this goes wrong—" Adrian started. "It won't." "But if it does—" "Then you hit the panic button and run. Ten minutes. You can survive ten minutes."

the general manager whispered, his face losing color. Steve leaned closer to the glass. “Pause right there.” The frame froze. Steve pointed to the man’s wrist, and the security head zoomed in, sharpening the paused image as much as the system allowed. Beneath the edge of the uniform sleeve, a small patch of dark ink came into focus. A tattoo. Tiny, obscured, but undeniably real.

"I swear on my mother’s eyes. I didn't see anything. I didn't talk to anyone." I look at him. I don't see a kid. I don't see an employee. I see a potential hole in the wall that protects my wife. I walk over to the metal rolling cart I had Enzo bring down. On a pristine white towel sits the kit. It’s not extensive. I don't need much. A pair of heavy-duty pliers. A scalpel. A roll of duct tape. A jug of water. A towel. I pick up the towel. Marco flinches so hard the chair rattles against the concrete. "No! Please! I told you! I was skimming the leaves! I had my headphones on!"

The man with the mask dismissed her. "The tape is already in our possession. It's important that I say this immediately... There are no blind spots which the CCTV will not catch. Everything that happened in this party has already been seen. This tape documents everything." The man in the mask waved the tape in front of the face of the waitress, and everyone watched as she became pale and shrunken like paper that has been burned.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

Blair asked, “Who’s the most experienced tattooist in your parlor? I want to ask about something.” “The most experienced?” Samson laughed and said, “Master Blair, the most experienced tattooist in the whole of Croquen is standing right in front of you.” It was him! Samson led Blair upstairs to a private box. “What did you want to ask about, Master Blair?” “Invisible tattoos,” Blair said. Samson raised an eyebrow. “Invisible tattoos?” Although he did not know why Blair was asking, he still explained, “The biggest difference between invisible and regular tattoos is in the ink. Although you can’t see it, it’ll appear when the body’s temperature rises, like when you drink alcohol or have sex.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

one of the trackers mutters behind me, surprised. “Olive’s scent is wild mint and raspberries,” Joel’s voice cuts in on the link immediately, protective and feral. “She’s with me at my place. Don’t you dare..” “Not Olive,” I interrupt, fast. “This is something added to the drought. Masking.” I reach for the fabric scrap, hesitating before I touch. Ebony is humming. “They were invisible and muted until they crossed the wardline. That’s why you get a whiff here.”