Masked Villain Novels & Stories

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

MAVIS grabbed one villain in each hand and swung them back and forth, shattering the concrete ground. MAVIS knocked out two and dropped them. Two more villains with knives rushed in from the side and tried to stab MAVIS in the belly. Unfortunately, MAVIS had no belly! It was made of metal and impervious to stabs. The knives scratched its outer coat and left a few shallow marks on the metal panel. The villains' faces changed. "Damn! It's a monster!" The emotionless MAVIS lifted its arm and grabbed the two villains, swinging them to the ground again. In the chaos, Max squeezed next to Ambrose, carefully protecting him from harm.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

man.The only things he knows throughout his life is how to use power and force. He knows how to develop fear in his victims. He spent more than half of his life in Mafia. It is obvious that this underground world is not for innocent people. It turns the most righteous of a person to a sadist, it changes you in ways that you never thought to be.He was also the righteous boy once upon a time but it all changed when he was snatched off everything he held dear to. He tried to live his life in the righteous way as much as he could but this world is so cruel, it won't let you live in peace. And to survive in this world of demons, you have to become one, the strongest one.All these years he strugg

He had more than just the identity as an idler as a facede. The bigger identity which he had always had to hide was that of him being the leader of the mafia gang. The mafia was the deadliest in the whole country and also the most anonymous. Those who had ever had an encounter with them never got to know the gang's name. But they worked smoothly and usually performed their tasks very well. The reason why Edward didn't make use of them in the reinvestigation of Andrea was that he wasn't ready. He had taken a two years distance from the throne of the leader of this anonymous gang, and now he was going to assume his role, one that even Leo wasn't aware of.

"The leader? Yes, I am." Oh. Not surprised at all. Nothing to be surprised at all. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. "You don't have to be scared of us. We won't hurt you." Says the masked man, making Agatha look up at him. "You really expect me to believe that?" "Why not?" This makes Agatha scoff, suddenly gaining her confidence back. "Why not? Let me guess, the last time I checked, the Scorpio Venom Society are known for killing Mafias. Killing people like me. How do I know you won't kill me?"

Cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I trembled within and tried to look natural after listening to the words of the priest who was standing in front of us on the altar, with a holy book in his hand. I thought I was holding out strong, but when I turned to the man who was to become my husband, fear gripped me tightly, and I imagined an invisible claw crawling on my skin as I stood frozen like a statue. He was Marvin. The well-known ruthless and disfigured CEO, who always wore masks. Just like how he was wearing a golden mask now. No one knows exactly what he looks like. Including me. I had no clue about the face that was hiding behind the mask.

"She's a smart and arrogant woman. And yes... she is worthy of being the subject of obsession. Her body, her eyes, and her arrogance... are extraordinary. It would be very interesting to tear down her kingdom and drag her feet into my bed." The man sitting in the shadow suddenly leaned forward until his face was faintly exposed to the light. Julian Blackwood. The right half of his face was destroyed, covered by a silver mask that covered the gunshot wound, making him look like an elegant yet terrifying phantom monster. His remaining eyes radiated a vicious vengeance that was ready to consume anyone.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.