Novel & Cerita Kakashi Without His Mask

Bumaling ito sakanya he was using his cap at naka hoodie jacket ito at naka facemask siguro naman ay wala nang nakakakilala dito. " I wanted to eat.,to a place na konti lang ang tao., because I don't want you to be recognized again.. " Nakanguso niyang sabi dito. Asher eyes smiles but he nodded he held her hands at hinila siya papunta sa isang kainan. Dumiretso sila sa loob at nakapag tatakang dalawa lang silang nakaupo sa loob. Asher remove his hood at nanlalaki ang mga mata niya he removed his mask at nang akmang tatanggalin nito ang cap ay pinigilan niya ito.

Nararamdaman kong mamasa-masa ang pisngi ko pero nawala na ng tuluyan sa isip ko. The door of the cabin opened, and Lazarro walk in. He wasn't wearing his leather jacket anymore because he used it as my blanket, he is just wearing a simple black longsleeve turtleneck and black trousers, emphasizing every hard muscles of his body even more. "You're awake, Myshka," he said in low, comforting baritone tone.

Umawang ang aking bibig ng makita ang isang lalaking matikas na nasa aking harapan. He was wearing shades and a black face mask so I didn't see his face. But the way that his body was firmly shaped by the black turtleneck and the black slacks that he was wearing. It felt like he was walking slowly towards us. His aura is so appealing and stops in front of us. I shook my head and looked away. Good thing I was also wearing shades so that he wouldn't know my face of embarrassment. "What did I tell you about running away? Your dad is going to kill me if I lose sight of you the moment he arrives."pagsuway niya sa bata kaya naman yumuko ito.

I adjusted my shimmering gold mask nervously as I clung to Nicola's arm, who looked as composed as ever in his sleek silver mask. "Nagtataka ako. Ba't bigla tayong dadalo rito? Hindi 'kaw ang tipong magsasayang ng pera para sa antikong vase." Yumukod ako para ibulong iyon. He smirked under his mask. Kahit nakamaskara siya damang-dama ko ang kagwapuhan niya. "Hindi na mahalaga 'yon. Minsan, nagbabago rin tayo ng taste."

Just go to hell and I’m more than pleased! I wanted to shout my thoughts but I stopped myself. I wouldn’t stoop down their levels! But what will I do here? Should I still wait for Kate? Where the fuck is she? “I wanted to see what kind of humiliated face is hiding behind that stylish black mask!” someone said. No! Don’t you dare come near me! It was a man, but why does he have that kind of excitement in his voice when he said that he wanted to remove my mask to expose my face in front of everyone? Bakla ba siya?

Tinanggap niya ito pero hindi siya kumilos mula sa kinatatayuan. Napansin kong nakasuot siya ng sumbrerong itim, black mask, jacket na may hoodie at simpleng maong na pantalon. "Sorry ulit." Dahil sa cap at mask, nahirapan akong makita ang mukha niya, pero napansin ko ang mahabang pilat na parang bakas ng kalmot sa kaniyang kanang mata. "Watch where you're going."

Nagpalakpakan at hiyawan na naman sila. Nang lingunin ko ulit si Nikkolai upang tingnan siya ay isang tao ang umagaw ng atensyon ko sa alon ng mga tao. Wearing a all black clothes and cap. Balot na balot siya ba kahit mukha niya ay hindi ko makita dahil sa suot niyang facemask.

"Can you identify the suspect if he wears a mask?" Nanlaki ang mga mata ko sa plano niya. We can't make the department heads wear a mask to identify the suspect, that will be too obvious. So he's making this race so everyone will have to wear helmets that will cover their mouth. Tumango ako at sumang-ayon agad sa plano. "Take a rest, pupunta na ako sa meeting. Yuge and Ace is now with me." Nakahinga ako ng maluwag doon. Umupo ako sa sofa.

75 Nakacharge na naman ang Yakuza. Isang kulay itim na shorts, at kulay gray na t shirt lang ang kaniyang suot. Nakapaa at may pulang telang nakapulupot sa kaniyang mga kamao. Panay ang suntok niya sa hangin. Kasabay ng kaniyang pagsuntok ay sumasabay din ang paggalaw ng kaniyang buhok dahil sa hangin. Tumigil siya sa pagsuntok. Nilapitan niya ang isa sa kaniyang mga tao. Isang bote ng tubig ang kinuha niya. "Ang mga painting?"

Nakataas pa rin ang baril niya at mga tauhan. “I did what I needed to do.” “Why show yourself now?” Sinulyapan nito si Kwaichi bago ngumisi. Iyon ang unang beses na nakitaan niya ng emosyon ang matanda. Palagi lang itong kalmado—itinatago ang tunay na kulay sa likod ng maskara. “The elders and Kwaichi are right. Wala kang kahit anong dugo ng mga taong nagtatag ng grupong ito. Kailangan namin alisan ka ng kapangyarihan.”