Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 29 . . "Don't worry you will meet him in hell" The masked man chuckled and pulled the trigger. A thick ice wall formed round Vicoliz and blocked the bullet from meeting him. Ice bullets flew from the other side aiming for The masked Man. The masked Man ducked and dodged the ice bullets, he levitated upwards and the ground divided into two and thousands of vines sprouted from the ground and went into the shadows where the bullets came from and came back outside with Amarachi wrapped in the vines, struggling to get loose.

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

Taylor forced his drug runners to get tattoos, and now it made sense why. I chuckled as Bradler hurried away, leaving Eve behind, her nicely done makeup now completely ruined. "I'm Valentina Moretti, no one's second choice. Don't forget that. " I smirked and walked away. Fucking generous of me.

Valentino! He was still trying to catch his breath. Einille’s heart leaped for a while. Her anger subsides a bit upon witnessing Vale. He looked worried. What could be his problem that he came here in a hurry? “Good evening, everyone!” he smiled through his greeting. He made his usual mannerisms of putting his hands on the pocket, then confidently walked in. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Hero asked dangerously. Vale grinned and stood near Einille, “I’m Valentino,” he casually put her arms to her shoulder.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

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,”

Arriving at a luxurious, luxurious room, the man raised his hand to knock hard for three hours. The door was slowly pushed out. The glare of reflection, immediately made Almira startled. She clenched her hands and slowly entered. Room. The door closed sharply, locking the Almira pillar inside. "Bop ... Bop ... Bop ..." A round of applause rang out. Almira gritted his teeth and bravely asked: "Nolan Patrick?" Silent space. About three minutes later, a shadow from a hidden corner came. His body is tall and muscular, and the power that overwhelms the opponent radiates an extremely disgusting cold air. Almira pulled backward, trembling all over.

“Duelist Ra’ventrii is the winner! She has confirmed the 69th Seed of the Fourth Tier! Amazing! Who knew she would be able to climb this high?! Definitely not the ones holding all those colorfully-worded signs, that’s for sure!” ~ Some time later, Eva stepped out into the streets beyond the Viper Pit. She didn’t bother to take off her armor, but instead threw a black robe loosely over her body, and kept her helmet retracted. She took a good long inhale, then breathed it back out happily. “I love this smell,” she said. “You hated it not long ago,” replied Alevos. He, along with the rest of Team Ra’ventrii walked up beside her. They too wore jovial smiles. They had earned a great deal and had

I continued, looking up into his dark eyes, "she doesn't just get the Cavallo empire back. She gets the names of every undercover federal agent, every corrupted politician, and every hidden asset belonging to the Valentis and the Romanos. She becomes entirely untouchable. She won't just lead the families; she’ll own them." "Then we don't hand it to her," Enzo said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly calm register as he pulled his heavy sidearm from its holster, checking the action with a smooth, practiced snick-click. "We use it as a lure. She wants the keys to the kingdom? I’m going to give her a funeral instead." The Logistics of the Ghost Fleet

Elias Vane walked out to thunderous applause. He wore a white suit—a savior in linen. He waved to the crowd. He looked confident. Untouchable. "Thank you!" Elias shouted into the microphone. "Today, we turn the page on corruption! Today, Vanguard brings transparency to the world!" In the back of a black van parked three blocks away, I sat in front of a bank of monitors. Bex was typing furiously next to me. Dante was cleaning a shotgun in the driver's seat. "We are synced with the satellite," Bex said, sweat dripping down his forehead. "But his firewall is military grade. If we force the signal, they'll trace us in thirty seconds."