Novel & Cerita Evil Uno Unmasked

Tears threaten to spill, but I refuse to let them fall. Inexplicable anger courses through me as I drop my drink, step down from the stool and make my way toward them. I stand right in front of them, watching intently, waiting for them to notice my presence. Waiting feels like forever because they are still lost in their unholy act. Ava finally feels my presence and looks at me, shock evident on her face, though she quickly masks it and stands up. I raise my hand in anger, and the next thing I hear is the resounding slap that shocks even me as my hand connects with her face.

She waited until he left. Then opened it. Inside the vault were files. Photos. Names. A detailed map of every trafficking pipeline tied to Juliette, Lang, and a third name she’d never seen before: Valerius Noir. And beneath it all? A bloodied watch. Her father’s. With the engraving: For Zara. Until the stars stop burning. Zara sank to her knees. And finally— She let herself weep. — She wore Ashes of Crown to her underground show.

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

"Mom!!!! Dad!!!!" The devil himself, dressed all in black, was before me, but I couldn't see his face. He is wearing a mask, but I was able to glimpse his eyes, and it does not appear that he is in the least bit shaken by the fact that he has just killed two people who are just like him. Who is he?

Chaos! Disaster! Instill fright! Those were the sole purposes of the enemy. But in this case, the enemy was after something, something Violet was after coincidentally. They stood in an empty room, as a circle, with black hoods covering their faces. Not a single one of them could be seen. In the middle of the circle which they formed, stood a crystal ball. One that could aid them monitor movements and even communicate with their boss. As of now, they had just finished monitoring Clara and immediately, everything went dark as silence slowly crept in. Not long after, a voice, deep, husky and scary, could be heard through the ball.

“Get me the burner line. I’m making the call.” Valentino looked up. “What call?” “The one that burns everything down.” The screen lit up. “This is Vittorio De Luca. I’m going under. Prep the black list. I want my weapons. My masks. My monsters.” Valentino grinned. And the line went dead.

“You want to save her, then come and save her from me. Come and show me what you got, Viso D’Angelo! You don't have to waste your time and resources to find me. I am sending you an address. If you are what your sister said you are, then come and prove her right. Poor her, waiting for you eagerly. You gave me a challenge when I told you about your marriage arrangement with Gina. I accepted that challenge, Viso. Now show me what this Bonker has got!” “Sa…” The call went dead before Viso could utter his name, and the lava boiling inside him busted out of him. He screamed, flipping the glass table over in fury which shattered into tiny pieces with the things on it. He was burning as if his heart

"It wasn't a Vertex agent who knocked him out. It was an internal override." Elena snatched the tablet. She looked at the timestamp of the security feed from the Everett Star. The man who had stood over Leo’s pod—the one she thought was a Vertex mercenary—had removed his mask just before the Phoenix Protocol hit. Elena’s breath hitched. Her blood turned to liquid nitrogen. It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't Silas. It wasn't even a Northwood agent. The man on the screen was Julian Vane. He looked different—haggard, his eyes burning with a manic, vengeful light, his face scarred from what looked like a prison riot. But he was holding something in his hand that made Elena’s world collapse.

A man… tall, powerful, and wearing a pure black mask with no decoration. He removed it slowly. It was Victor Voss, Elias’s older brother, and the true owner of the Midnight Club. He looked down at my ruined body with cold, calculating hunger. “Welcome to the family, Lila,” he said smoothly. “I think it’s time we made this official.” Sarah smiled beside him. The real game had just begun.

"Hahaha! Ms. Turnbull… your lackeys aren't at all impressive, but they sure can boast!" "You never know," Vicky retorted, having absolute faith in Frank. "Hmph," Jackie snorted. "Break his legs, Uno." Uno flexed his wrist in turn. "Time to die, kid." He launched a missile-like punch at Frank's head right then! Frank did not move. He simply kept watching until Uno's fist was about to hit his face, and he suddenly raised his hand, grabbing hold of the fist while stopping Uno from moving an inch. "What…" Uno's eyes bulged in disbelief. How was a scrawny brat like him that strong?!