Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

Marcus Thorne’s voice echoed across the world, "we finalize the 'Vane Accord'. A world powered by the many, for the many." ​"The only thing you're finalizing is a murder!" Leo’s voice cut through the hall like a thunderclap. ​The thousands of delegates, heads of state, billionaires, and military leaders, turned in shock. The cameras shifted from the podium to the four ragged, rune-covered outlaws standing at the back of the hall. ​At the center of the stage, the man with the "Digital Mask" slowly reached up. He tapped a button on his collar, and the pixelated blur dissolved.

I pause, letting the weight of my words hang between us, “I cut apart Marcello—one of their own. To end the war, we came to an agreement. So me turning on them isn’t about to happen.” Filipe’s face tightens for the briefest of moments before he schools his expression, a forced chuckle escaping his lips. He stands straighter, pacing slightly. “I’m guessing your and Ghost’s time locked up together when you were kidnapped for ransom built an alliance,” he says, his voice dripping with false amusement. “But how strong is that alliance?” I keep my expression neutral, refusing to rise to his bait. “My alliance with the Morettis is not weak,” I say, my tone sharp. “It has no weakness.”

Leonel knew well that this boy of only twenty years old would obey him in everything, he would. Leonel waited for him under those lights, and from one moment to the next, he saw him appear, being illuminated by the spotlight too, the same light that focused only on the two of them, two guys dressed in their underwear, with gloves, dental protectors and nothing more than the desire to drain. The young guy wanted to learn more about self-defense, while Leonel just wanted to get the bitter weight of silent truths and feelings that seemed frozen in time out of his thoughts.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

His eyes remained widened as he looked straight into my eyes and realization flickered through him. And it ended everything I ever thought of. This whole trauma I spread across our school, the identity I proclaimed and worked for slowly started to shatter. The sole purpose of my aim was beginning to end as I loosened my grip on his wrist. He eased his wrist from my grasp and turned around with horrified face. I knew I lost my chance and nothing can be done right now. My disguise is out in spotlight and a mere shadow won't cover it. Toby gritted his teeth as a glare slowly began to form in his face.

Granted, she did fight back in self-defense yet she was more dangerous than he was. His face flashed on the screen. When Keisha was able to pull his mask, it showed the bottom of his face, showing his lips and nose. "If anyone can catch this man, I will give half a million to whoever can tip us off on who he is and where he is. I will not let this man– or anyone get away from hurting Keisha Lexington." Eros stared straight to the camera, almost as if he was looking through Daimon's soul.

I chose that place on purpose to make my judgments on Marcus for what he had done to my father's businesses and the pack's too. Soon, the elders arrived. They were seven and I knew all of them by their character. Elder Blake, Elder Marshall, Elder Jaguar, Elder Trump, Elder Collins, Elder Miller, and Elder Jude. Elder Blake is the trustworthy one out of them all and maybe two or three Elders too. I could still try and build my trust in Elder Miller, Collins, and maybe Marshall. But you see the remaining ones. Elder Jaguar, Jude, and Trump are the ruthless ones and they follow Marcus's orders like a dog just because they gain from him.

Her people found her disgusting because of her scar and would look away at her arrival and some would avoid her entirely but the one person who had kissed her and smiled at her even while looking into her eyes, not once paying attention to the mask on the one side of her face. How could she have let him break down her walls, Marshall had abducted her and locked her up in here. He probably glared at her when she wasn't looking and washed up after being with her. Yes, he probably believed she was ugly behind her mask after all she was not his mate but he held her close at night and whispered fake words of love to her, fooled her good and she fell so hard for it. Blinded her with false love and

"Let me quickly freshen up, it seems you will be the one to tell Zinedine." ***** Carloro City (Spain): Adelena Mansion: "Tell my son that his presence is needed." Adelena told one of the servants who was cleaning and sweeping her room. She sat down on a table facing her huge mirror while applying light make-up in her already pale face. Vlad came in wearing an Alexander Amosu Vanquish II suit that costs more than $102,000. He wasn't wearing a mask on his handsome face, his red hair was neatly plait in cornrows. A black mask in one of his hands.

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!