Novel & Cerita Under Kakashi's Mask

"Alpha Kael, are you saying you're prepared to wage war against the Nightshade Pack?" The room exploded. "What?" "What does he mean?" "Against Nightshade?" "I don't understand." Confusion spread everywhere. Kael frowned deeply. I could almost see the questions racing through his mind. He had no idea. None of them did. I simply stood there and smiled. "Go on," I whispered to my husband. "Show them." This time, he didn't stop. His fingers slid beneath the edge of the mask. Slowly… majestically… he lifted it away.

One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me? This had to be some kind of joke.

“Sure thing… Dad.” The man whipped around so fast the driver almost swerved. “I am your cousin, Kai.” Kai snorted. “Relax, Martin. Just messing with you.” “Don’t—just don’t.” His cousin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lay low. Please. That’s all I’m asking.” Kai gave him a lazy salute. “Low profile. Good kid. Got it.” Even if both of them knew he was incapable of either. --- The school gates was open like the mouth of some bored giant. Kai stepped out of the car, adjusting his hoodie and pulling up the black mask that hid everything below his eyes. It wasn’t suspicious. Gen Z could show up dressed like space pirates and no one would blink.

You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them. Rebecca let out a small laugh, her tone contemptuous, while Sebastian kept eating his chicken without a care for his image. "You disgust me." I set my wine down and stood up. "Vexana, are you pretending you don't remember, or do you really think nobody does?" I asked.

This could go around in circles for hours if Kit let it. Kit looked up to Mitsuhide, who was wearing his mask that she knew he was holding in his anger. It seemed like he was going to explode at her mother, and that made Kit want to laugh hard. She looked at him, and he nodded as he tried to smile at her. “Mom, that is fine. Just mark me down for two people as well.”

After Alex closed the back door and locked it, there was already someone with dark clothes waiting at the end of the hallway, right at the kitchen's doorframe. The person was tall and by how broad the shoulder looks like, the person is a male. The man was wearing a tight veil and a mask, all black in color. He was also wearing black top and bottom, his calves were bandaged and he was wearing some kind of boots with the toes open. "Out of my way, shinobi-kun." Kiyo said to the man. She stood in front of the man with a tired look. "Kiyo-sama. Pardon me but I have to ask your whereabouts and Haato-san." Said the man with a gruffy and guttural voice. His voice tone was very heavy that if one hea

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Finally, the party noise had died down a little. Even with the silver half-mask, Steve still recognized Ken by his shoulders. He stood staring out at the dark water, lost in thought. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. The sea wind tousled his dark hair, and Steve’s fingers itched to grip it. Steve couldn’t stop watching him. Every shift of Ken’s weight, every tight breath, the way his throat worked when he swallowed another glass of champagne—Steve tracked it all. A masked woman brushed past Ken, trailing her fingers along his arm in blatant invitation. Ken didn’t follow.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.