Kakashi Unmasked Novels & Stories

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

and he slashes his knife at the attacker. The hand disappears into the darkness and chuckles are heard from the darkness. Yasuhiro walks back to Akihiko while saying- “Alright~ Here’s the update… This Akaname is quite the pervert and only targets women.” “… Then what felt me up?” “…Something felt you up you say?” “… It can’t be that something else exists in this room as well, right?” “Guess we’ll just have to see it with our own eyes.” He says and he lets go of his cigarette and It burns brightly lighting up the room.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

But no, it’s actually a formal event. The waiter offered me some drinks when he passed by, and I just took a glass of champagne to make me less suspicious. Now, I need to find Sakaguchi. According to one of my associates, Sakaguchi tends to switch persona, so it's impossible to identify who the real Sakaguchi is. Is this like Squid Game? I’ll be dead if I get myself caught in here. Apparently, Sakaguchi usually wears a Japanese traditional mask. Goddammit! I've counted at least 9 people wearing the Japanese traditional mask in this place. I just need to know which traditional mask Sakaguchi is wearing tonight.

"It's annoying, Kuya. I ended up teachng her instead of her teaching me! She seems like she has forgotten how to divide!" Eksaktong kumulog nang malakas pagkatapos ng sinabi ni Kairo. Namumula tuloy ang buong mukha niya. However, he did not let anyone seen him waver. Tuwid pa rin itong nakaupo at nakakrus pa ang braso. But when you actually came to know him, you would realize that he was doing that because he was scared and he was just frozen on his seat, kaya tuwid makaupo.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Alexander didn’t interrupt. “Why watch me?” Elias continued. “Why guide me? Why sit in the dark and listen to me tear myself open?” His throat tightened. “Why not just tell me who you were?” The question hung between them, raw and exposed. Alexander looked away first. When he spoke, his voice had lost its usual control. “Because the mask was the only way I could be honest.” Elias froze. Alexander swallowed, hands clenching at his sides. “Because without it, everything I felt would have been unforgivable.”

“Because she wanted to protect me.” “Or,” the illusion said softly, “because she believed you could not handle the truth.” Alessia stiffened. “You are still fragile, Alessia. Still unready. Still—” “No.” Alessia shook her head. “I’m not.” Keren’s smile faded. “Then show me.” Her figure dissolved—only to reform as Kael. His mask was cracked. His cloak had been torn off. His shoulder was covered in blood. He collapsed at her feet.

After Alex closed the back door and locked it, there was already someone with dark clothes waiting at the end of the hallway, right at the kitchen's doorframe. The person was tall and by how broad the shoulder looks like, the person is a male. The man was wearing a tight veil and a mask, all black in color. He was also wearing black top and bottom, his calves were bandaged and he was wearing some kind of boots with the toes open. "Out of my way, shinobi-kun." Kiyo said to the man. She stood in front of the man with a tired look. "Kiyo-sama. Pardon me but I have to ask your whereabouts and Haato-san." Said the man with a gruffy and guttural voice. His voice tone was very heavy that if one hea