Masked Villain Novels & Stories

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

As shitty as he is, he made sure I was alive and away from his fuck-ups. Maybe this is my problem. Maybe I’m the one who brought this to myself. What if it’s the man from Monamour? What if he wanted to take revenge on me? The sound of heavy footsteps suddenly erupts above me. I struggle against my bonds and whimper under my gag, then I feel a cold hand on my forehead. A shadow looms over me, then a man. A man whose face is covered with a black mask. His stark white hair is sticking up in waves. The mask is stuck in a permanent small smile. And his eyes. . . .

Mask Princess felt a twinge of unease as she sat down among the group of men with concealed faces. She knew that her reputation preceded her; she was known for being a fierce and elusive vigilante, dedicated to bringing justice to the people of her city. However, despite her impressive track record, it seemed that these men were still wary of her. As she waited for Minister Roque to arrive, Mask Princess couldn't help but notice the way the men watched her every move. Their eyes bore into her, suspicious and calculating. It was clear they were assessing her, trying to determine whether she could be trusted.

William disclosed. "Just because I am not your son, does that means you should hate me that much?" Bryce shuddered. "Look, I don't have time for you" he pointed to his guard, "Finish him" he hissed ordered and left the scenario laughing darkly. The third part was very brief, it showed Mike bargaining a deal with the underworld don, if though his face was blurred si they couldn't even catch a hint of who he was but Mike face was clearly seen.

No one knows who the new leader is cause he is always wearing a black mask , he covers his upper face with it while his lower face is left uncovered. The men found it funny that Mark was claiming to be the lord of one of the most dangerous mafia group in New York City. "Slade cut off his fingers and feed it to the other one " Mark instructed and his right hand man Slade took out a dagger and cut off the man's finger. The man let out a terrifying scream as Slade cut off his finger the other man tried to run away but Slade dragged him back and forced the man's finger into his throat.

Before him, the track of muddy footprints with bloodstains leads to the wide-open window, its curtain fluttering in the night breeze. And on the window-frame, a hand-print marked in black. It stammers. That is Smoothing out to the same glossy, ink-dark color as the masked man's gloves. But the fingers aren't right. Too long. The tips are too sharp. “How's that sound?" he says. “Just get it His eyes are gray, but not with the usual storm. Their irises are dilated, their edges pitch black; the pupils absorbing all the rest. It is the wildest of wild-goose chases, and it is only brought up because 'A

I stick to the wall, wanting nothing but to disappear into it. “Good, leave.” The masked man says, now standing straight in front of me. “I smell you.” He states after some silence, my breath hitches. He saw me. “I know you are here.” He pauses. “It would be nice if you come out now, and discuss. I won't hurt you… I promise.” He sounds like a trustworthy person, but I am not stupid enough to trust a killer. I keep my eyes fixed on him, not saying a word, just when I expect him to come and drag me, another of his men runs to him. “Boss.” He stutters, taking the masked man's attention off me.“Valentino Orsini is here.”

Even I heard them for what they were—madness, the raw edge of someone unspooling. Damon’s face darkened. Isabella looked at me with pity that felt like betrayal. I could not breathe. The walls pressed in. This could not be the end. I straightened, tamping down the tremor in my hands. “You’ll see,” I whispered, voice thin but fierce. “You can cast me as the villain, but your world is a house of cards. All I have to do is blow.” I brushed past him before my mask shattered. The hallway blurred. My pulse hammered in my ears.

) breathing in deeply before continuing his discussion. Bailey:( In the plot the villainess could be described as meek, obedience and a coward but it was all a mask. The real villainess was a twisted and burning with hatred and jealousy, and wanted to destroy everything in her of her way... So do you now understand your current identity). Bailey carefully explain all that was needed to know to her host who was eating another plate of beef stew. It looked like our MC has found the kitchen and now lunching on all the well prepared foods which was consider as the leftovers in the eyes of our MC.