Novel & Cerita Under Kakashi's Mask

It reminded me of the reason I needed to remain hidden, the reason I killed my foster parents in the first place. I rushed to my room, slid into my vengeance suit, and a shiny shoe as normal, my mask was officially on. I was ready to play a good citizen again. I arranged my black tie, making sure it fits perfectly. What's a better way to celebrate a burial other than setting a crime later. I'm coming for you, Rebecca, I'm coming for you. Soon his house greeted me welcome, and here the difficult part of the plan came but I was beyond fear now, almost completely reckless. I had almost forgotten my fingers. I shouldn't be sloppy now, not when I'm closer to framing him, not now.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

I nodded slowly. “I know it’s a mask, Akayda.” My eyes locked on hers. “Why do you have this mask?” It was a simple question. But the real question I was asking was much deeper. Why do you have Jade Firefly’s mask? She looked away. That was the first red flag. Then she smiled nervously. “It was from a costume party. Er… Mel forgot it was a costume party so we had to get masks there.” Her voice wasn’t steady. And she still wouldn’t look me in the eye.

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

"He shot you." "He did." He nodded. "And it hurts like hell." "You're not bleeding." She looked at his chest again. "You're supposed to be dead." "I told you sweetheart, it's you and me.. forever." He cupped her face. "Nothing is taking you away from me ever again." Tears streamed down Saira's cheeks. "You're not dying?" "Definitely not." He chuckled and winced. "Uriel Yamaguchi knew what he was doing when he made this mask for me."

I could already tell Kaiser was behind it. I left Killian and walked deeper into the darkness, closer to the tree. "Kai," I hurried to him, as soon as he came into full view. I sprawled my arms around him, falling into his arms. "I can't believe you are here?" I said, pulling away as Kaiser took off the masquerade mask that was covering his face. "Me neither. But here I am. He invited me," he muttered, holding the mask in one hand. "And I'm really happy."

The way those dead glass eyes stared up at me while a hot mouth swallowed my cock. The driver’s door clicks open. Kyler slides back in, shaking off the rain like a golden retriever, a plastic pharmacy bag rustling in his hand. "Got the good stuff, Captain." He tosses the bag onto my lap, the bottles clattering together. "Zara would kill me if I let you stay bruised up."

A show of force that makes Jackson's lip curl in disgust. At the center of the warehouse stands their leader, distinguished by an ornate silver mask crafted to resemble a snarling wolf. Unlike his followers, who wear tactical gear, the rouge alpha is dressed in an elegant black suit that matches Jackson's own. A mockery, perhaps. "The great Jackson Carter," the masked figure's voice echoes through the space, distorted by the mask. "Finally gracing us with your presence." Jackson keeps his stance relaxed, though every muscle in his body is coiled for action. "You've been attacking my borders for a while now. Did you expect me to ignore you forever?"