Tuxedo Mask Real Name นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Lena Blackwood! The mask model! She's here!" Then the crowd shifted again, a ripple moving through it, because he appeared. Alexander, freshly changed into a black tuxedo so precisely cut it should have been illegal, hair back, face unreadable, presence absolutely devastating. He walked straight to me without hesitation and offered his hand, a small, private smile touching his mouth. "You okay now?" he murmured. I placed my fingers in his. "Yes."

The guy wouldn't think her that stupid if she just accepted his sudden appearance in her life. Marcus adjusted himself on the bed. Right this moment he wished they were having this conversation with him dressed not buck ass naked like the day he was born. He didn't know how the blonde will react if he tries to wear his clothes. His eyes went again at the finger laying dangerously on the trigger, he didn't want to imagine the seconds it will take for her to pull it. " My name as I told you is Marcus Ladden, I am a fashion designer, with my own company. "

I don’t even care how my family would have me executed, being ready to replace Tommaso with Ruggerio every time I would have the chance to. “What’s the jerk’s name?” Sighing deeply, I say Tommaso’s name before taking a sip of my wine. “Really? I know one of them too.” I nearly choke on my wine as I ask him, “What’s his full name?” “I think it’s Tommaso Paridio.” He answers pensively. “Oh, God.” His eyes widen at me as I lower mine. “Tell me you didn’t get engaged to that creep!” “Technically, we aren’t, yet.”

His eyes were darkened as a sly, cunning smile pulled on his lip's corners. " I guess we have to kill them," I chuckled and rushed back to my room to change into my enforcer uniform. This is gonna be a bloody massacre I am sure. After dressing up in all black, I looked at myself in the mirror. ' Ah, man I don't really like killing people in broad daylight but I think today's exceptional because I'm in the mood too,' I said to myself and covered my face with a mask. I obviously don't want anyone to recognise me as Erick Mcadam, an actor. But as Frank Hill, brother of Xavier Hill. Our real identities in the Mafia world which makes everyone piss in terror.

he says taking me by surprise, "Did I harm my head pretty bad?" I ask, "Well, about that," he takes off his medical mask and sets it aside. Then he takes his wig off??? Then he removes contact lenses from his eyes? What the hell is this man doing? When he was done, there he was, the one and only, uncle Theo, aka Alice's uncle. "What the hell?" I can't form any words, "Yes, what the hell, right? Well, my name is Theo," he says as if I don't already know who he is,

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

That wasn't like him. The auction was nearing its close. They couldn't miss the chance to strike. Sasha, glowing with excitement, clapped her hands and declared, "Six million! It looks like no one else is bidding—congratulations to our newest member, Mr. Tiger—" "Ten million dollars." The voice sliced clean through the noise, calm, clear, and cold. Everyone turned toward it. A man stood at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a sleek tuxedo dusted with black feathers, his mask intricate and dark.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

He was tall and muscular, he was in Tuxedoes, and he wore a metallic facemask and a black hat. He always wore a facemask. He was not just an ordinary doctor and philanthropist, he was the owner of The Nine and his occupation as a doctor was just a cover-up. "Good to see all of you, my children," he said and his thick voice echoed throughout the room sending shivers down our spines. He turned to me and his dark blue eyes staring at me made me shudder a little. "How are you, Luke?" He asked me and I gulped.

Taylah chuckled foolishly at the sight of themselves walking through the empty streets of Credence City. Ivano was dressed in a black mask, a jacket, and every possible layer that could hide his identity from fans recognizing him as the legendary gamer he was. “You look like a cinnamon roll wrapped in every kind of clothing imaginable.” “I just didn’t want us to be bothered by people who know me for who I am. This was the only idea I could come up with.” Taylah nodded as though she understood his situation, but she still couldn’t help chuckling at the older man.