Under Kakashi's Mask Novels & Stories

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?🤔🤔🤔

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

“Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.” I roll my eyes, if the Alpha had a heart attack after seeing me, the Elders would definitely have my head. “I don’t care what he thinks,” I say honestly, i preferred life better when he didn't even notice me. She only arches a brow and hands me the mask. It's delicate,white with silver embellishments, feathers arching off one side, and tiny gems scattered like stars across it. The moment I place it over my face, I feel like someone else. Someone braver.

He clasped his hands loudly and masked men rushed into the scene from the stairs. “Fuck!” Kira cursed under her breath and adjusted her aim, shielding Rebecca. In just a blink of an eye, the room was filled with mask men and one of them stood out. Unlike the other men, he wasn’t holding a gun. He was the one only one bold enough to move forward close to where Rebecca and Kira stood. He pulled off his mask and they both gasped loudly. “Do-don Alessandro?”

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

The figure stepped into the doorway like he belonged there. Black armor. Masked. But the way he moved The way he stood Familiar. Too familiar. Kael’s grip tightened on his blade. "Take off the mask," he said. The figure tilted his head slightly, as if amused. Then, slowly, he reached up. And removed it. Rowan swore under his breath. "Of course," he muttered. Kael did not speak. Could not. Because standing in front of them Alive. Unharmed. Smiling like nothing had changed

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

Young master Part17 "You...." Khan Tones was in shock. "What is it?" asked Rose Tones confused. And suddenly the invited guests dispersed and headed out of the building while exasperated. "Ladies and gentlemen what's wrong? Why are you guys suddenly leaving a show that hasn't even started yet," said Mike Tones panicked. "I'm sorry," said Khan Tones suddenly bowing to Jeremy Mose. "Too late," Jeremy Mose whispered and was about to leave.