Novel & Cerita Mask Of Vengeance

She was certainly curious about what happened at the venue where I revealed my face. “God! Valerie, what's going on with you?! Open the door, please, sweetie. Let's talk about this.” “You're cruel, Eldifonso! You tricked me; playing with the game I decided to match your bullshitness!” I took the masks from the cabinet and destroyed them one by one. I was injured because of the materials used in my customized masks, but it didn't stop me from tearing every mask I hold. “These are all useless! I spent my time and all my being in my plan to take revenge on you, Eldifonso! But you just surprised me because you know what is true! And you know I'm Valerie! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

He says, walking to my side. Pulling out his face mask, I almost pass out. In front my very eyes stands the man I love. The man who never showed up during my trial. The man whose brother I allegedly killed! Fuck! A big scar is evident on his face and he lifts his shirt too, exposing a scar on his chest. Oh my! This is the same man I found lying behind that incomplete building. Steadying my breathe, I calm at his familiar touch and look up again at his blue eyes.

Victor Wolfe The third arrival is a man whose mask depicted a weeping angel, tears of silver streaming down its porcelain face. His cloak was deep burgundy, and there was a tremor in his hands to suppressed rage. He is called the Mourner, and the others knew he had been wronged—cast out, humiliated, left with nothing but a burning thirst for revenge. Daniel, the IT staff Damien sacked

I hissed sharply. ​The waiter nodded slowly, his fingers moving to discreetly palm the small white pill. But before he could pull his hand away, I clamped my fingers around his wrist in a vice-like grip, digging my thumb into his skin to stop him. ​ ​"And listen to me carefully," I warned, my voice dropping to a lethal, deadly whisper. "You do not get caught. Vance has his personal bodyguard watching him from the shadows at all times. Put on one of the masquerade masks from the venue props—make sure he doesn't see your actual face. If that guy catches you, he will break your neck before you can even scream."

I dressed myself slowly, I slid a slim blade beneath the folds of fabric, pressing it against my thigh as my last resort. But my true weapon was one ring I had stole from Perrone, coated with a poison no healer could trace. Just the faintest scratch, and blood would turn against the body within minutes. No chance of survival. My fangs were forbidden, they would burn the palace down searching for the culprit if any mark of a werewolf is seen. The ring was the only way. I slipped it onto my finger. “Mother.. Father.. be with me,” I whispered. The guards arrived moments later. Two of them flanked me, their armor scraping, the metallic clink echoing down the stone corridors.

He could barely suppress the anger in his voice, but he still made a valiant effort to sound unbothered. Walking over to him, I wiped his face with the drugged tissues. "You've got blood on your face." In an instant, his eyes widened. "You!" In response, I just smirked at him as I emulated the tone Lily had used with me earlier. "Be a good boy and close your eyes, alright?" As he slumped to the ground, he shot me one last hateful look. But what about it? Bending down, I reclaimed my phone and called the crematorium. "Hello? My husband needs to be cremated as soon as possible."

The man with a mask over his face. *

But almost suddenly the man reached out and tilted his face upwards looking straight into his eyes, he asked, "Do you know who I am" The kneeling man shivered how could he not know this man. He was well known in the mafia world as a very ruthless and powerful person. They said just by one look at him you could feel your knees wobble. That's how intense his aura was. They even had a nickname for him in the mafia world "The Devil Incarnate" they called him because of how ruthless he was. Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly.

His eyes were also are bit darker then its usual shade and the cold look he always has, never wavers for even a second. "Okay then." I grabbed the first gun my hand touches on the counter and load its bullets. Once I'm done, I slipped on the clear lens sunglasses that are only used in here, and then put on the earmuffs to block out the firing of bullets to protect my ears from bleeding if I want to live for tomorrow. I cocked my gun and closed one eye to aim for the target carefully without missing a shot. I decided to go first with the dummies that has the big red dots plastered on its front.

Saying that she took out the cat ears from her head and threw them on the dashboard. Ivana grimaced but pursed her lips, "You think he recognized you?" Svetlana didn't reply. She rested her elbow on the closed window seal and rubbed her temple. A new problem on her plate. It wasn't possible that he would have recognized her. She was wearing lenses and a wig. Yes, it wasn't possible! Vicente pranced the death arena with withering rage. He rounded the Death Arena holding a black mask with silver linings. He recognized the signature mask. It belonged to The Swan of the underworld.