Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask Real Name

Looking at him feel like staring up at a telephone pole. Secondly, his eyes were so green it overpowered every other feature of his face by standing out so starkly against his tan skin. “Alexandra, I presume?” “You presume correctly.” He folded his arms like he just won the lottery. “It sounds so much prettier on a girl. I have a brother named Alexander you know, horrid pain in the butt.” “You don't say,” I was strangely starting to enjoy this seemingly random conversation with this handsome stranger. “I do, but you don't want to hear about me. I had no idea it was a masquerade they were organising?” He gestured toward my mask.

Uno gave me the impression that she didn't want to talk about them. "We're near the place," she said. Uno handed me a black and silver masquerade ball mask. "They don't know who you are because they've never seen you before. If people asks, you are the daughter of a rich tycoon who is pledging thousands of dollars for the charity." I made a mental note of her instructions. "What's going to be my name?" "You can go by your real name except for the surname. They don't need to know that." She dabbed a grape colored lipstick on her lips while driving. "If anybody asks what the business is, tell them something about oil. Oh, and tell them I'm your fiance."

Men wore perfectly tailored tuxedos paired with Venetian masks. Jewelries glittered as the camera flashes erupted nonstop from every angle of the room. Photographers called out to the different celebrities. “Tiana Maple, one more photo!” “Look a bit to the left, yes perfect.” The atmosphere shifted dramatically as another black SUV rolled to a stop. “Bryan West is here!” One of the girls screamed from the crowd outside. Immediately girls started screaming excitedly and rushing towards his car. Bryan stepped out of the vehicle wearing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo and an elegant silver masquerade mask.

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.

The assassin did not sound certain. Metal Mask frowned in displeasure. “Assassin E3 has died by suicide,” the assassin whispered. He felt unsure of everything. This time, Metal Mask was absolutely dumbfounded. That person had made a sovereign grade fighter take his own life? How powerful was that person? “Who is he?” “He’s a twenty-five-year-old young man who’s from the Wyatt family of Rivenesco, Lannopolis. His name is Dustin Fox, and he was the only student of Lucas Wyatt, the previous patriarch of the Wyatt family.”

The man suddenly smiled back, continuing their conversation about business strategies and collaboration but I was completely disoriented and detached from their entire conversation. The man on stage cleared his voice, tabbing at the microphone to get all our attention. Everyone immediately turned to him, he was dressed in a blue tuxedo and navy blue mask. “Sorry for the delay everyone. “ he started, “As you know this is the first and I hope not last time we arrange something like this, a masquerade banquet and Award ceremony are three things that have never played together since…history.” He laughed and the crowd followed, laughter erupting in the crowd before slowly dying down.

He pointed his finger and added, "Don't refer to me as 'Alpha'. Just use my name, 'Nox.'" Is he being serious? I doubt I can say his name without his title. Maybe it's best to avoid calling him. “Let’s go,” he said, opening the door of the car and hopping out. I hesitated before trailing behind him, but I had no other option. I trailed after my husband into the mall. Sure enough, heads turned in our direction, just like what I expected to happen. It wasn't just because Nox was tall enough to stand out, but his mask was truly something else. Who in the Earth would wear a masquerade mask outside just because he just feel like it?

Lorenzo mumbled in a crack-pained voice. "H-How about you...?" Lorebzo winced, coughing out blood. "Any last pledge? Anything you want to know?" For a brief period, Haru was unable to speak. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He sighed deeply as he attempted to utter the word that had baffled him for almost a year. "Is Mask's real name really 'Azazel'?" Haru asked, holding back his tears, fighting to be tough at least for once.

There was an hour left before the wedding. I sat before the vanity mirror, staring at photos from Hannah Hawkes' ex, Lucas Tate, on my phone. In them, he wore my custom-tailored suit and smiled as he held her by the waist. Hannah looked up at him with eyes full of affection. His text followed. "She said I look better in this than you do. "If you want your wedding to go smoothly, beg me." I locked the screen and looked up at the makeup artist. "About the custom-tailored suit I couldn't wear at the last minute, is it true that there was just a tailoring error?"

Mazzo walked at his shoulder, carrying cologne and confidence in equal measure. He looked startlingly good tonight, and Sasha resented that even as she registered it. The tuxedo fit him like allegiance. His hair curled at the nape with the kind of disobedience expensive combs pretend they can fix. He looked at her as a man looks at success he intends to treat well. The first time she’d met him, she’d thought slick. She still thought it, but the edges had been sanded down for the cameras. He’d been charming on the phone since the gala; contrite to the point of annoyance; offering dinners, even a clumsy joke. She couldn’t forget the crack in his mask, but tonight the mask had been polished, re