Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

Inside, the VIP area, it was louder, more chaotic and there were luxury drinks everywhere. There was a group of men looking so fly, amongst them was a man who wore an expensive fur-robe. He had male-strippers around him. "Rally! Didn't think you'd be here tonight" Elliot called, smirking. "Are you kidding me? This is my home." Rally laughed loudly. He stood up and pulled Elliot into a brotherly hug. Then his eyes shifted, they landed on Nervous Jade. "Jade Riccio" "One of my favourite hockey player. You'll forever remain goated, my guy" Rally said with a grin and pulling Jade into a brotherly hug.

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.

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

Isolde stepped into it. She began with stillness. She let them look at her. And then she spoke. “Welcome back to the mask.” Her voice echoed amplified not just in the room, but across a thousand encrypted streams: private screens in government offices, corporate lounges, estate libraries where Velvet’s power base watched in real time. “They told you I was gone. Broken. Buried in scandal. But the only thing they buried was the evidence.” Shifts in the crowd. Eyes flicking toward each other. Whispers. A few began to walk toward exits but found them blocked.

“Now get out of my sight before I lose my temper.” He walked out of JEYA’s with Santi close behind him. “Fuck him!” Uno cursed as they stepped outside. “You need to stay calm, el señor,” Santi said gently. “I am calm, Calíel.” Uno shot him a sharp look. “Call Sadhi—tell him to dig up everything he can on Valix Zamora. There’s something off about that bastard.” Santi nodded. “Right away, sir.” “Call Fortnite and De Vega too—I need them here immediately.” Uno climbed into his car, while Santi lingered at the door, watching Valix emerge from the bar. Their eyes met, and Valix smiled before bowing slightly and getting into his own vehicle.