Under Kakashi's Mask Novels & Stories

I sighed, and he led the way to the VIP section. “Be careful,” he gave me a nod, and I entered the booth. To my surprise, the man in there had a mask on as well. “Here,” he handed me a shawl, to cover myself, as I took a seat. “Have a drink," he offered, passing me a glass. “Not happening,” I eyed the glass suspiciously, who knows what he put inside the drink. “Hear me out, I'm not going to do anything to you,on my honor, I just want us to talk,”

Unmoving. A mask glints faintly. My pulse spikes. “Ezra—!” I shout, stumbling backward. Footsteps thunder down the stairs. Ezra appears instantly, gaze snapping to me—then to the darkness behind me. His expression changes. Not fear. Not anger. Recognition. The masked figure steps forward. Moonlight catches the edge of his mask, revealing only the glossy black surface and the suggestion of hollow eyes beneath. He lifts one hand slightly. A gesture of peace.

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 this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

once again Koishi's expression just changes into an annoyed one. "AAAHH!! Now I won't be able to go to the anime event ever, damn it that means no brinjal or cucumber in this world." banging his fist against the wall. "I just need one the most one" running his finger through his hair. "But did Tak-Tak really didn't love me?" "Who didn't love you?" making Koishi jump out of his skin hearing the voice right behind him. Turning around just to see the black hooded figure's face covered by the mask. But he can clearly see the red eyes through the shadow of the hoodie glaring at him.

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

The top half is just covered by the cap but the mask that was previously up, now tugged down. Koishi can feel his breath hitching the smirk over the lips of the guy clearly visible, sending a shiver through him. Making the edge of his ears turn bright red the horror filled his eyes. “Tanaka~” the guy mumble under his breath Koishi just stared at his lips gulping in response ‘I know it's him it's surely him!! I have to get away from him I have to. But why is he following me why? I had ended it all...’

He just stood there looking at her in awe. “Thanks,” she replied, and she blushed a little. “Why were you looking for me?” “Uh, right,” Langrion said seemingly able to recollect his thoughts at the moment. “Khailis and I just met with the made that the commander had sent. Take a look at this.” He removed his mask and showed it to Shia. Shia turned it around over her hand. The mask looked the same to her, but when she flipped it over for a second time, she saw that the gash in front of the mask was gone; only the gash on the underside of it remained.

For some time, he had forgotten that his cigarette had ran out. Simon felt like giving the short man in front of him a very hard jab on his jaw, but that would only kill his wife instantly, he was so angry still he couldn’t lift a finger. Hatake was still standing beside him, showing him the tab. The masked man hadn’t moved from that position ever since. Simon knew if he took any wrong step, his head would roll.

They all gathered around in a circle hug. With the happy moments happening inside, no one noticed a man in all black and a mask covering his face taking pictures of them. “Your time is near, Akira. Enjoy today with them as it will be the last day you will see them again. Your death is near.” The man said and turned away to leave. Who is this man?🤔🤔🤔