Masked Villain Novelas e Histórias

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 it all went wrong. Melissa was one among the best person’s in her life and right now? She didn’t even understand what to call her. For the past years, it has always been her and her best friend against the world but who would have known that Melissa was just as evil. Ever since Hardin began to hurt and torture her, she always ran to her best friend for help but today, walking into her home and seeing her husband and her best friend in bed sure broke her into a thousand pieces. How did all this happen? Why didn’t she see this coming?

He whispered, laughing out, before locking our eyes again. "Take a hi..hint sir" He mumbled as his eyes kept on shaking. He was no human, but was more terrified himself to the extend he became like this and he was successfully making my blood run cold. "Sir..." The doctor said, mumbling again. "Albeit she must be stabbing your wife by now and your innocent wife must be screaming for help, but she wouldn't be save" Whispering again, he made my bone shiver. "Girlfriend...The cruel masked villain is no other than your beautiful ex girlfriend, cam... Camille Grant"

Beside him stood a tall, imposing figure, one of his trusted lieutenants, who awaited instructions. The mask man broke the silence, his voice dripping with cold confidence. "I know Rudra's plans," he said, his gaze never leaving the screen. "He thinks he can protect those who follow him, shield them from harm. But he underestimates what we're capable of." The lieutenant shifted slightly, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, sir?" A sinister smile crept across the mask man’s lips, though it was hidden beneath his mask. "Rudra’s always been about protecting the innocent, using his knowledge and powers to shield those around him. But that will be his downfall. His compassion makes him predi

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

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

Mason appeared soon after, his face neutral. Nicholas pointed at the camera. “ What's that, Mason? Care to explain this?” Mason kept silent, and then he smirked. “You are sharper than I thought” “You are working for Adrian” Alison gasped, suddenly afraid. “Smart girl” he mocked her. “Adrian pays well for information,” he laughed; his laugh was anything but pleasant. Nicholas lunged at him slamming him to the wall. “I'm afraid you won't live long to get your money”

I swiftly stowed my phone away in my bag and navigated the streets with utmost care. My heart raced in my chest, its frantic beats demanding my attention. Placing a hand on my pounding chest, I tried to decipher its cryptic message. "Lucas Gambino!" His name echoed in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. The fear of encountering him again loomed in my mind, even the darkness seemed to carry his presence. I scanned my surroundings, searching for any hidden cameras. Lucas Gambino was capable of anything. As the Mafia Lord, he had an endless web of connections that could spell danger.

And when I could prove Marco was the traitor I suspected him to be— I'd do to him exactly what I did to Dmitri. Only his would be slower. More painful. Because Dmitri was just a soldier following orders. But Marco would be family betraying family. And that required a special kind of punishment. I stayed in the shower until my hands stopped shaking. Until I could put the mask back on and be the Don again instead of the monster. But the monster would always be there. Just beneath the surface. Waiting. And God help Viktor when I came for him.

The great Matteo, brought to his knees in his own sacred field. Would I survive him? Maybe not. His strength radiated off him in waves, a predator’s dominance. But arrogance was my armor, and cruelty was sharper than steel. If I could not overpower him, I could unmake him. Break him from the inside out. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity, but every word was a sharpened barb. “Are we using weapons,” I asked, voice slow, deliberate, “or are you too much of a pussy to stand with only your hands?”