Novel & Cerita Mask Of Vengeance

I removed my mask, then pushed open the door, and his head raised. My heart jolted in my chest, and my eyes randomly filled with tears as his familiar scent filled my nostrils. He turned around, and I approached him, his face covered by a Vendetta mask. His hands landed on my hips as I reached my hand up, lifting the mask to reveal exactly who I thought it was.

Standing where I expected my boyfriend to be, leaning right over me as I flail helplessly on the floor is a man but it’s not my Owen. The man is dressed in black from head to toe. He is wearing one of those creepy as hell ‘V for Vendetta’ masks over his face, the one with the horrid smile etched onto the mouth and the slits for eyes that let the monster hide behind the mask. In his hand is a large knife, a chef’s butcher knife and the chance to scream again never comes as the knife comes down.

Little did I know that it was a lie. With steady hands, I placed the mask over the scarred side of my face and secured the ties. When I glanced at my reflection for a second time, only one feeling arose. The need for vengeance.

This gets their respect for her for a little bit. Their attention was taken by the joyous laugh above. It was the masked-guy with his assistant standing in the terrace while looking down at them. “You look in pain, Crimson Blade,” he smirked. Zitrey straightaway looked at him. “I can’t feel the pain. I only felt ticklish.” The masked-guy slapped his forehead and laugh once again, like a madman. When he stopped, still hand in the face he staidly looked down at Zitrey, and ordered, “Break. Her. Leg.”

Edward watched from the car windows as all the little Dons of Italy and Mexico walked out with their wives or played things. “We are here sir, '' the driver announced. Edward took in a long breath before stepping out of the car, he could not stay much longer inside, not while a long line of impatient goons were behind all wanting to get out of the car as soon as possible. “Let's go” he takes one last look at his dress before stepping out of the car, carefully extending his hands to Theodora who couldn't be differentiated as she had a mask on her mouth. Her beautiful eyes glow under the disguise of dark, but the beautiful mask jewelry was enough to conceal her identity.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

Vincenzo's heart beat unevenly, and he pressed the back of his hand against the mask, feeling the damp fabric of his breath as his chest burned under an unbearable weight. His teary eyes remained fixed on the small body, while his heart slowly broke, unable to bear the cruel and painful reality that lay before him. With trembling hands, Vincenzo removed the mask, revealing a tense face, contorted by the effort not to break down completely. His red eyes, burning from restrained crying, glistened under the cold light of the ICU, while his breathing was heavy and irregular, as if each breath was a lost battle.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.