Tuxedo Mask Real Name Novels & Stories

I walked straight to my closet and pulled out Brioni Tuxedo, I walked to my full length mirror and put on the tuxedo pant, I wore my white shirt, and lastly was my long tuxedo jacket, and the last thing I wore on my head was my Judge's wig which sit perfectly on my head, I walked to my shoe rack and took out my Christian Louboutin heels which was a red bottom heels, I wore it on and it fitted perfectly with my outfit, and for my earring, I wore Tiffany and co jewelry in my ear and on my wrist, and the last thing I wore was my usual perfume which exudes aura, Holding my mask, I stood before my full length mirror admiring the woman I'm seeing, I changed my bag from channel to a black Coach bag

The man said, scanning the guest list. The masked man lifted his mask. The grin beneath it was wrong—too calm, too knowing, the kind that lingered. “The name’s Alec,” he said quietly. “Alec Blackwood.”

“You’re not enjoying the party.” I turned. He was big. Broad shoulders that filled the tuxedo perfectly, the kind of presence that made the air thicker and the other guests step aside without realizing why. The mask covered everything from forehead to cheekbones, leaving only a sharp, clean-shaven jaw and a mouth that looked like it knew exactly how to ruin a woman and make her thank him for it. “I’m working,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse spiked. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of pure pleasure tonight.”

Thanks to Alfredo. I slicked my hair back into place, placing my feet in my shoes and smoothing out my tux, and I stood back to stare in the mirror after that. I was ready. Remaining just the finishing product. The essential product to even be allowed into the party. My mask. Yup, the party was a masked party, an element essential to protecting the identity of huge figures that normally made it to the party, and I stared at myself one last time in the mirror before stepping out.

POV Theo Hansen said, "From now on, let my people operate the Singo Barong server.” Then he called out to someone who had been hiding behind the wall since I got onto the server. "Who is he?" Tony whispered in my ear. I observed a man dressed in all casual black, plus a mask covering his face. He stood right next to Hansen, then took off the mask that partially covered his face. I know the meaning behind the big smile on his friendly face. Isn't someone with that type of face worth looking out for?

In disguise, Alessandro got out of the car and slipped into the hospital, blending in with the face mask and cap he was also wearing. With a clipboard in his hand and an incredible confidence that made him look like a real doctor, Alessandro managed to sneak into Georgia's father's room. Once there, he removed his face mask and approached the bed. Alessandro checked the patient's name on the medical record in the room. Indeed, that man was Jeremy Rozzo. That wasn't his real name, but it was the name the man had decided to call himself after what happened with the Black Temple.

Then a second box: the masks. Masks of past power. Isolde stepped onto the center stage and raised her voice: “Tonight is not a sale,” she said. “It’s a burial. You will each place your mask on this table and speak the name you wore it for. Not your own. The one you protected.” Murmurs moved through the circle like the slither of old snakes. One by one, the survivors came forward. A woman with glassy eyes laid her mask down. “Client Nine. Real name, Landon Argus. Senator.”

But no one had seen or heard anything about the man in the mask. "Everyone here was masked, we couldn't have known who your man was" the manager blurted "How about the names of attendees?" I enquired I didn't remember his name. "Never mind, " I muttered As I stood with my friend Amelia, I pondered on any potential leads to the mystery man who had ordered the ring. Suddenly, I remembered the ring I had found in my purse the previous month which was too big for both of us, raising the question of who it belonged to.

Why my gown looks like im revealing everything in me? Uncle Drake: it’s fine, you are not just used to wear that kind of dress. Okay, here’s the photo of the vip and his tux. Alex: while looking at the photo. He has a mask? How will i recognizes that he is the one when all the people here wearing mask. Uncle you’re kidding right? Uncle drake. Look at hos neck. He has a big mole on his neck. Just go there and get his wallet and take a picture of the blue card.

When Ethan removed the sock, the man hastily begged, "Sir, I was just kidding. Look how worked up you are! You don't have to play with us, alright?" "Hah." Sneering, Ethan took off the man's mask. "I'll play with you then." The masks hid their shame. If someone removed the masks, it would be the same as stripping them naked and throwing them out into the streets. Ethan knew that face. The man was a renowned entrepreneur in Aldenvine. The media claimed that he was a man who loved his wife and children. His children were quite distinguished as well. But this successful man was doing such horrible things in the shadows.