Evil Uno Unmasked Novels & Stories

“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.

"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?!

“You’re too smart for your own good.” She smirked. “And you’re too stubborn for yours.” There was a long pause. Then, he spoke again, lower. “Get dressed. You’re coming.” The ride to Echelon was silent, save for the rumble of thunder and the low growl of the engine. Valerio wore the expression of a man descending into hell. Sera had seen that look before—when he’d hunted men who touched what was his. But this time, it was deeper. There was history in his silence. Wounds she hadn’t yet tasted.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

a slow, wide, genuinely crazed smile stretches across my lips. It is an expression I usually keep buried deep inside my mind— a wrong, venomous smile of pure, unadulterated malice as I look at Willow's innocent face. She thinks she is safe. She thinks her subtle poisons and Asher's brute force are going to carry her through this trial. She has no idea that the trap is already set. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Regis Nightshade turns his head slightly. Standing just two feet away, his dark, midnight eyes catch the exact moment my submissive mask falls away, catching the sharp, crazed smile stretching across my face in the dim morning light. I don't care that he sees it. It is time for the cur

The black outfit guy replied and he left immediately. He arrived in his self-contained room, he got rid of the cap and nose mask and went to get his laptop. "Gosh, three thousand dollars would be enough for a bike right?" He muttered with a smile while he was typing fastly on his laptop. He clicked on send and he smiled brightly before closing his laptop. "This is a perfectly clean job, gotta get my bike, yay!" He had his laptop inside his backpack. "Well that's because I'm VENOM, I leave no traces."

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

The entire ride there, he maintained a cold expression as he repeatedly warned me, "Keep your mouth shut in there. Don’t embarrass me." I obediently nodded. The moment we entered the ballroom, he abandoned me at the side and disappeared into a sea of business partners. Truthfully, the situation suited me perfectly. I took great pleasure in retreating to a secluded corner to enjoy the desserts in peace. Before long, a man disguised by a silver mask started approaching my position. He possessed a commanding height and a refined grace. Who else could it possibly be but Jenson? Clearly, he had come looking for his precious soulmate.