Mask Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

she started off before scoffing at the thought. "Don't tell me…" The man suddenly remembered what she was talking about. He remembered the woman being too insulted, and challenged their boss in a match. He was arrogant and accepted her proposal to prove his point. But she won, destroying his ego. "You're the masked assassin he faced!" he screamed after remembering her distinctively wearing a mask to avoid revealing her identity during the match. Keisha laughed loudly and nodded her head. She pressed the knife against his neck and sliced it, but only enough to make it bleed. He moved his head back in shock and she smiled. "Tell me who ordered to eliminate my mother– or at least the mother you

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

Viktor's accusations, Jesse's possible betrayal, Masha's clinical permission to fuck around— all of it washes away until there's just me and steam and silence. The water beats against muscles gone tight from stress. I let it run hotter than comfortable, scalding away the grime of doing business with men who'd sell their mothers for the right price. I lather soap over a body that's seen more than its share of hard living— scars across my ribs from street fights, the puckered bullet wound on my shoulder from a deal gone sideways in Vladivostok. Battle trophies from a war that never ends. I towel off and wrap the Egyptian cotton around my waist. The mask goes on, transforming me into someone el

I don’t think that he ever will. “That’s true. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” He sighs and then, slowly stands up on his feet. His mask is different from mine. While mine is white with a ghost face, Vaughn’s is completely black and the design is very plain. It looks like the design of sewing stitches.

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.

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!”

I turned toward the full-length mirror, inhaling deeply. A smirk tugged at my lips. ‘Allison Blade, the mafia wife in black.’ A vision of power, of a woman who belonged to the mafia king himself. I reached for the mask, securing it into place, the final touch of dominance. Lena stepped back, nodding in approval. “With a few final touches, it’ll be ready for delivery by Saturday morning.” I met her gaze through the mirror. “That’s perfect.”

Not yet. Vengeance.