Kuon X Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

However, the mask was not that ordinary. "This!" The girls and boys gawked. Of course, there are boys also. They didn't just talk. Because they liked him too! "All of the boys here are gays!" That was his thought when he came here. His mask was made simple but very high class! "Rich!!" The girls and the boys including the teacher called. "Haneng Exclusive Mask!" That mask came from his mall. The best mall in Korea! To be continued...

" She said it with a gentle smile. Even if she has some argument about how her parents don't give her much time, she still can't change the fact that she and they both love them so much that all of those worries and anger will vanish the moment they ask for forgiveness. That is how soft her heart is. As fragile as a thin glass, yet it's getting bulletproof whenever it's for her parents. "You should now go, or else you will be late." He said this while holding a silver mask that only covers the user's upper face but not their eyes. It is still visible, although it would be hard to determine whose face is behind that mask. It was designed with absolutely marvelous, detailed information. Every

He was a poker face as he controlled himself not to wheeze. “Thank you, sir, nice wig and costume. Are you roleplaying Kaneki Ken? Or the vampire Zero? Those contact lenses of yours were really cool. Did you buy them from Lenscon? That was a professional contact lese designer, that’s where we buy ours!” the one in green and from head to toe asked him. He just nodded and smiled awkwardly. They really thought that he was just cosplaying. “By the way, speaking of Lenscon, do you−“

he gasped loudly, running to him. “No, you will hurt yourself,” Kion said, standing up and carrying him up so the glass wouldn’t injure him. Aurelian burst into a loud cry, seeing his bloody face. “Blood,” he cried, trying to clean it. Kion smiled, looking at him lovingly. I smiled; I could tell there was love between these two. Kion looked at him with love and admiration. Their grey eyes matching. “What did I say?” Kion asked, cleaning his tears. Aurelian sniffed.

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

"When I found out that my body isn't broken as it seemed to be." Keron's eyes were still glued at the video game. He made a fist with his right hand and pumped it in front of his face. The gesture was recognized by his Battle Gear's sensors, prompting it to detract his headgear and release his head. Cool air from the room's air conditioner embraced his bare face. His features were typically islandic Tritonite--dark tan, glowing light blue eyes, tribal tattoos and a shaven head. The insignia of their tribe was imprinted on his left cheek: a snake encircling his left eye like a cane.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

“Don’t be like this, babe. I've been...preoccupied with work as you're well aware. But I'm on my way back to the estate now. We'll have plenty of time to reconnect then." Knox ended the call with an unreadable expression and tossed his phone carelessly on the leather seat beside him. He retrieved a sleek, custom-fitted half-mask from a hidden compartment, running his fingers almost reverently over the smooth, buttery leather. Then he settled the mask over the upper half of his face, shielding his striking features and molten eyes from prying outside gazes. "Shall I proceed with the usual precautions and evasive route, sir?" his driver's polite voice crackled over the intercom speaker.

I could hear it pumping hard against my chest like I just ran a thousand miles. Venar glared at me, his hand raising to touch my face. He felt the texture of the skunk mask and hatred began to emanate from his unscathed eye as he struggled to speak. “You..have been wearing a skin mask. You are so full of tricks.” I let out a dark chuckle as I looked down from his bloody face to where my dagger was deeply thrust. Smirking, I dragged the sharp blade through his lungs and ribs, feeling the warm rush of life slipping away.