Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

The door hissed open. Inside Crimson Vault Dark velvet, gold bars, and shadows wrapped around her as she stepped inside. Music throbbed like a slow, steady heartbeat. The club smelled of cigar smoke, blood, and forbidden things. She was led down three flights by a silent woman in a red mask. Then into a lounge with no lights, only flickering candles. Waiting there was him — Valen Serrano, the man who used to be Matteo Nero’s ghost. A former Council information broker. A man everyone believed was dead.

I knew just then that I was in for a good show for my party and if it was the best or not, I had to accept it as it would be. As I was contemplating what it could be, the people separated to both sides and I had a clear view of the band which was playing but there were no people besides the band. Just then, a young man dressed in a black shirt and black trousers. He was wearing black shades on his face stepped out from the people and walked toward us. He had a microphone in his hand and as soon as he got to us, he held his hand towards me and my brothers left my hand and kept them in his. Then, they both whispered into my ears, “Have fun.”

He stared into them for some time and just as dad was about to speak, he said; "These are the words from the mouth of my master! It has turned out that the moonlight Pack had forcefully abducted and kidnapped a member of the Crimson Pack named Ema Brooks and had severely, Consistently and viciously maltreated her. Hereby, this battle line is drawn. There is no going back as you all are demanded to come forth and give your worst." The messenger said with his eyes still glued to tgethe ground. I just stared back and forth from Mum to Dad to Star silver!!

"But even the strongest fortress has its vulnerabilities." Then, he did the unthinkable. He reached out. I felt his calloused fingers trace the delicate carvings of my mask—the bridge of the wolf’s nose, the curve of the jaw. My breath hitched, a tiny, traitorous sound escaping my lips. I should have struck him down. I should have used my father’s deadly gaze to end his heartbeat right there. But I stayed still. I let him touch the ivory that separated us. "You hide behind this mask," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive register, "but I believe there is a woman of immense beauty and passion beneath it. A woman who is worthy of being loved... worthy of being known."

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

she asked Brian who was tossing his head thoughtfully. “Sounds unique and ruthless, Sole Survivor?” Brian hummed and tossed his head once more to ponder, “I think I love it. Sole survivor. Defiantly I am going to survive,” Brian said and beat his chest. “So it is a deal,” Eva said and reaffirmed jocularly, sole survivor is the trending, musician now.” She laughed briefly before pulling out the face mask, “Here this is for you. Because, I don’t want you to be known which is also Doctor Bill’s instruction. Your costume will go with a dark face mask. How about that?”

The moment that thought entered Valerie's head, she immediately shook it off, she shouldn't mean so much to him that she was already thinking too far of persuading him to leave this life that he had spent years building for her sake and most especially the baby's sake. She laughed at her stupid self and shook her head then her gaze went to Martin's working desk, that was the only place looking unkempt so she decided to fix it up for him. She went to the table and began arranging it but her eyes caught an open envelope, she would have ignored it if she hadn't seen what it was. Her eyes widened in disbelief. ** ** "Don, there's a new.." Evander stopped talking when he noticed Martin was dresse

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.