Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

I went over to lay down the blanket, then was forced to join the twins who guided me over to another table. Valerio was at the group with the same swirling horns as me, pinned to a headband. His shirt was black with a single sparkling bauble in the middle. His green baggy longs had a single strand of white bells wrapped down his right leg, that ended just above his bare feet. The elaborate appearance was mostly to distract from the fact that his head had been shaved clean and he now had S747 branded along his cheekbone. His collar strapped to his neck looked just like one that a pet would have.

Not only did Valencia fake a black wound scar that stretched from the bridge of her nose down to her chin, but she also covered her left face and forehead with a fake green birthmark that made one repulse as soon as one stared at her, which was Valencia's motive in the beginning. As long as they were so disgusted to stare at Valencia's face, they wouldn't be able to study her face, not to mention discover that Valencia was familiar. "Yes. Mom won't find a handsome boyfriend like that." Iverson muttered while playing with a lollipop. His eyes were intensely fixed on the lollipop as if he couldn't wait to lick it. Unfortunately, he couldn't because Valencia had prevented them from taking off t

I screamed holding out my mask, "To the orgy with the president." ~~~ "Where are you taking us?" I thinned my eyes in the mask and stared outside at the moving scenery, "Burj Khalifa," Vernero called out shifting carefully in his seat of a limo. He was clamped in a black suit with a big floor-length cape that was secured with diamond and white gold brooches on his chest. His tattooed sternum was slightly revealed up at the undone buttons of his dress shirt, He had his mask pushed off to the top of his head and his tattooed fingers were decorated with expensive rings.

Whoever it was… They weren’t just watching the ping. They were trying to reach Delia first. Nova leaned back. “This isn’t Elena,” she muttered. “This is someone else.” She rerouted the signal through four ghost nodes, masked her presence, and dropped a microtrace a fingerprint that would let her follow the other user. It pinged back a tag: Origin Flag: CB-Class Clearance Alias: M. Vale She froze. Not Charles. Not Cassian. The tag was older. Buried. She checked it again. And whispered:

"This is Vance. I need the 'Fixer's kit. The heavy one. And a private jet to Valletta. No flight plan. No witnesses." Elena looked at her bandaged hand. The violet shimmer was still there, pulsing under her skin like a second heartbeat. She realized then that she wasn't just the "Antivirus." She was the "Mutation." And in the City of Glass, the only thing more dangerous than a billionaire with a secret was a woman who had forgotten how to be afraid. "Rule Twenty-Nine," Elena added, her voice finally returning to its natural, human tone. Alexander looked at her, his hand on the door handle as the SUV pulled into the hidden garage of the safe house. "Yes?"

The city's most notorious outlaw motorcycle gang. ​The leader stepped off his bike. He pulled off his matte-black helmet, shaking out dark hair. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a grease-stained white tee that clung to his muscles, a leather vest, and heavy boots. ​Elena gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. ​It was him. ​The cold, calculated billionaire who had told her to go home hours ago. Julian Vane was standing in the center of a circle of killers, his face no longer a mask of corporate indifference, but one of raw, unfiltered malice.

“I just thought, you know, just like the popular adage, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’, we could turn it to, ‘Great minds think alike’ and team up to get what we want.” He finally pulled off the stupid mask, revealing a face I’d never seen before. “Who the hell are you?” I spat, regarding him with as much trust as a normal person would give a scorpion. “You do not know who I am, but I have heard enough about you for us to be besties.” He said, laughing again as he stripped himself of the police badge. “My name is Valour Everhart, and you and I will become well acquainted as soon as we get to our other partner.”

I had heard of his stories numerous times, but I had never been opportune to see what he looks like in person, not until this very moment. This was the saying of Elder Malachi: if you ever thought for a single second that Eldric Thorne was a deceiver, a conniving serpent that moved in human flesh, then you haven't met a man like Malachi who was a physical representation of the seven deadly sins in human form. This man was just a step away from taking that title of evil from the devil himself.

He studied the masked man’s tactics, observing how he seemed to disappear and reappear strategically, exploiting his enemies’ blind spots. A broad smile stretched across Evals’ face. ‘I’ve figured out your trick.’ Evals slowly rose to his feet as he stared at the now-visible figure before him. ‘He’s using an Illusionary Skill.’ Unfortunately for the masked fellow, such tricks weren’t going to work on someone like Evals. ‘I see everything!’ * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! For the Gifts and Power Stones and Comments! I appreciate it a bunch!