Sniper Mask Face Reveal Novels & Stories

So, when this psychopath pulled off my mask, there was a different face. "I got you!" She yelled, pointing at my face with a smile on her lips like she had made a great achievement. But as she stared at me properly, her smile slowly vanished and her fingers came down. "The faceless model's face has been revealed!" one of the fans yelled and almost all of them brought out their phone to video me and take pictures. "She's so cute!" another one commented. The lights flashed on my face and I stared at Nicola who removed her nose mask like it was preventing her from seeing properly.

He tossed a venomous glance at him. The masked figure slowly removed his hands from his garment and raised them in quick surrender. “Show yourself.” He hesitated. “Don’t test me,” came the lethal warning. The figure gave in to his request—took its hands to its cloak and pulled the hood back, then raised its hands a bit higher to its face to take the mask off. “Ah ah…” Derik cautioned with an arched eyebrow. “Do it slowly.” The figure placed its hands over the mask and slowly took it off, revealing the face of a young boy. Kevin’s brows lifted, not believing what he was seeing. Derik blinked in surprise at the sight of the little boy; it was a face he least expected.

Have a gun? I was completely backwards when I opened the third container and saw a mask there. The prospect I saw wearing wearing rank 1. I was caught in my head because of its extreme pain, what are these things I see? I quickly took the papers, the gun and the mask. I went out of the room and looked for Trizhor. I saw him facing a base so I quickly approached. "Trizhor." I stammered to call him, he turned to face me and he looked up at my hands. Not only did his reaction change, he was even replaced by a serious face. I lowered them to the table first and faced him.

But they were much quicker. Then I turned to look at Rosalie and realised that she was surprised. "Snow?" she asked, and I touched my face. I didn't have the mask, so I ran around looking for it like crazy because I was sure the car we heard was coming right away. When I saw the mask, I realised it was torn so my face would show, but I still put it back on, took out the spray, and sprayed it on right away. "You didn't see anything," I said, and she nodded.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

he asked, one eyebrow raised. I nodded eagerly. "I know I'm too old to want one… I should want to give it to those kids." His lips twitched into that half-smile I loved. "I'm not great with targets… but I'll try." He pulled his long sleeves up his arm then reached into his pocket and pulled out a black nose mask. Then he slipped it on, adjusting it until it covered the lower half of his face, leaving only his sharp eyes visible. I blinked. Could it be he was hiding his identity… just in case he messed up? So he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment?

The man was brought back to earth by the cacophony and glared, bellowing, "Who the f*ck let you in!? Get the f*ck out of here!" Logan silently peeled off his mask and revealed his original face. "It's you!?" The man was shocked. He snuck his hand underneath his pillow and pulled out a handgun. "Thanks for doing this for me, pal. I don't even have to go through the pains to look for you now!" he snarled.

Even Samara looked surprised, and I knew it took a lot to surprise Samara. Felix looked at me. Gently, he asked, “Would it be alright if I removed your mask now, Mila?” There was no reason to hide anymore. “Yes,” I told him. Felix slowly removed the mask from my face. I looked up at him, allowing him to see my face full-on for the first time since our night together. I heard a murmur ripple through the crowd at the reveal. From behind me, Cassandra muttered, “So you don’t have a facial injury?”