Masked Villain Novels & Stories

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Sean I walked into the drive inn and rummaged through my pocket to find my mobile. When my fingers reached the firm ends of my iPhone, I pulled it and held it out before my eyes. I placed my thumb for the finger print verification, and when the screen unlocked, I opened my f******k to look for the prey I was going to hunt. I had a faint memory of meeting him once or twice in of the parties that I threw and he appeared to be quite familiar. Acquaintance or not, I was not going to spare anyone that messed with me.

He handed the remote to his trusted lackey. Danial met Victor's gaze with unwavering determination, his expression unreadable behind the mask that obscured his features. He stood tall and composed, a silent sentinel prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel.

I got inside the car,fastened the seatbelts then put on the golden mask and the car pulled off instantly. The reason why I always put on the golden mask is to hide my true identity.No one knows my name or face in the underworld apart from Diego. My men call me “boss” including Diego.During the day,I'm Xavier Ford.The business billionaire who takes the market by storm but when the night falls.I'm the golden masked mafia who rules the underworld. Some call me the Mafia king while others call me the golden masked devil… I live two different lives in two different worlds.The reasons why I chose to live different lives are best known by me.

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

That man was hiding his face behind a black mask, so she was unable to see his face. Despite wearing the mask, it didn't reduce his charm. He looked like one of the most handsome imaginary characters from a beautiful painting. But she could still feel a dark and murderous aura around him. Though she didn't know who he was, Izzy was sure by one glance that this man was not someone to mess with. That man was none other than Robert, Robert Erickson, the CEO of Erickson Groups as well as the most dangerous Mafia lord, The Black Panther himself. They had just cracked a deal and right after the meeting, his people wanted to celebrate. The party had just begun.

There never existed two people in the world with vocals like Marchesa. Marcelo swept back the hair that stood in his eyes, brought his mask down to his neck. A vicious look on his face. But Marconi knew he couldn't demonstrate fear at that moment. Ever since he opted for that seat, Marcelo coming back had been his biggest nightmare; especially when he put a price on his head. Now, the devil was here, looking bruised and bartered from every corner but the look in his eyes could have had Lucifer himself running. He looked soulless.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,