Tuxedo Mask Real Name Novels & Stories

They were all so pathetic, especially Hailey who was just trying to make herself feel better after forcing her so-called date to prom with her so as not to lose face. " But who in their right mind would want to be your date? You're all too pathetic and a blowout to the Royal family?" She said, her tone harsh. " I would," we suddenly heard a voice from behind. We all turned our attention to the person and a guy dressed in a very familiar tuxedo appeared. He was tall and I could see part of his hair but not all since he had a mask that perfectly covered his face. He was so familiar and I felt this kind of strange bond between us. The bond was so strong that I couldn't even comprehend it.

There were four men already in the room, dressed as various animals with their chests bare and oiled; some had heels and some whips, but all of them had collars and a leash; he was the only one in a black suit. All of them had masks that covered a portion of their face. He had felt awkward accepting it at first, but seeing it was the theme, he now relaxed in his panther mask. “Is this what Elizabeth is into?” Christopher asked, and Taz shrugged. “I don’t want to answer that; I want to leave doubts in your mind so that your marriage falls apart and I can jump you.” Irritation flashed in Christophers' gaze at Taz’s answer. Instantly, the man paled.

"According to reports, the man behind the mask was Raymond Velazquez." One of his known features as a mafia boss was his mask, a skull shaped mask with two crisscross slashes of red across it's face. Because of his disguise, authorities were unable to identify him but after some investigation, Raymond Velazquez was identified closely as the man behind the mask. "Besides, alias Xerxes was rumoured Mexican. Dante Guillermo on the other hand was born and raised in Italy." An Italian could not run a Mexican mafia when he was almost always overseas.

The name sat heavy between them. “Jamal was working there,” Greg went on. “Not openly. Private rooms. Masked appearances. No real names. That was the rule. You paid for discretion, not faces.” His friend leaned back slowly. “And you wore a mask.” “Yes,” Greg said. “I always did. Different cities, different masks. I never wanted anyone to recognize me. That life was supposed to stay sealed off from my real one.” “But Jamal didn’t know who you were,” his friend said.

Silvano's Pov “Italy,” Valentina confirmed by dropping pictures in front of me. I took the pictures and went through them. He was almost hard to miss. He was in an all-through outfit with a black face cap. He had a black face mask, which made his face more hideous, and he avoided the CCTV cameras. “He isn't going by his initial name. He was claiming to be Don Sam with a fake face.” She dropped another picture and I looked at it.

His torso was covered by a lightweight combat tunic that did little to conceal the powerful muscles of his shoulders. I frowned. There was something strangely familiar about him, like a shadow I couldn't quite grasp. Kallie remained silent, showing no sign of recognition. To both of us, Santino Alexios was simply another ambitious Alpha seeking the Crown. The masked man's glamour spell was flawless, concealing his divine essence beneath the appearance of pure Lycan masculinity.

Wham! The masked woman slapped the man. At once, his cloth mask was knocked off. If Alex Rockefeller was here, he would have recognized this man who was none other than Frank Accardo’s son, Heath Accardo! “Bastard, your head is filled with garbage!” The masked woman was an envoy from Gokudo Soshiki. Her real name was Maiko Chiba.

In the overwhelmed happiness, he closed his eyes to mask his emotions. Ashley didn’t wear this dress once in the past days and was so stubborn that she will show up wearing this only on the wedding day. He requested her a lot of time, but he refused. Now she sees the result of revelation. This is what she wanted to see, it paid off well. Hector is so masculine and devilishly handsome in that brand new Tuxedo. He has shaved off his beard and styled his long locks neatly using a hair gel. Just his small smile is enough to make him look good, nothing else needed to complement his look.

Hector was already closing the door by the time I looked up and he stood in front of my desk, eyes glued to his tab as he dropped Jessica’s car keys on the desk. “Took you long enough.” I threw at him and he passed me a flat look that said. “I tried my best.” I shook my head and pushed my laptop aside, waiting for him to give me the information I needed. “Okay…and done.” He muttered under his breath and then passed me his tablet. “The masked Model also known as Ryder Caddel is surprisingly very successful as a model. He’s European, Alpha, and your all-around playboy. But one thing is, he keeps his private life very private so this information wasn’t gathered easily. Anyway, he was dubbed the

Dindo exclaimed weakly as he sat back in his chair. "I think many of you were surprised by my revelation today. It's my real face. My real name is Amore Miller...I hope you still consider me as your partner even though I have been hiding for a long time. Didn't you also wonder why our organization is called OMARE CORPS? " "Yeah. Where it came from Amore?" Trisha asked. "From my name. She scramble the letters of my name, Omare or Amore, didn't she? Did you get it?"