Masked Villainess Novels & Stories

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

But she didn’t say anything else and just followed quietly behind. They reach a door and the warden open it for her. She glared shortly at the warden before going in. She walk into the place, more like a room with a bed in it. On that bed was a woman seated wearing a mask. She frowned her eyebrows glaring at the woman. “Who the fuck are you? Some masked bitch sent to kill me?”Vivian questioned. Her face in a tight frown. The woman stood up from the bed, and started walking to Vivian who stood rooted on her pot. Her eyes following every moment of the masked woman.

He stared at me for a long while, processing what I had just said. “She wears a mask,” he finally said, sighing in defeat. “What?” I asked, raising my brows. “What do you mean she wears a mask?” “When they meet up; she never reveals her face. She wears a mask, so he doesn’t know who she is. But she’s an incredibly powerful woman and—” “She can’t be more powerful than Gavin,” I interrupted. “She has far more connections around the world. Not just the werewolf world… all the worlds. She’s an incredibly powerful ally and she has eyes and ears everywhere. Everybody works for her…”

A gold mask encrusted with sapphire stones hides her face from view. Her dressing is an odd mix of weird and expensively fascinating. The wide skirts of her shimmering dress spread as far as the eyes can see, surrounding her like some kind of diamond garden. She looks powerful, sophisticated, fearless…and evil. Utterly, totally evil. Even with the mask on, the wicked scar which spreads across the entire left side of her face cannot be hidden. And she looks strangely familiar. Then my eyes move farther and I freeze when I sight the small figure seated beside her, her palms firmly clenched in her laps.

The woman indeed had an aura of a badass wicked female that could even spark flames in his cold heart. Vladimir was a predator who worshiped strength. The witch was a worthy opponent and the fact thrilled Vladimir. It had been such a long time since the last time he found pleasure in something. Her face was still covered with a veil made of gold chains. This time Vladimir made a mental note to remove that little mask at the first chance he got. His consciousness was dying to know the woman behind the mask. 'Maybe he should uncover her face before embedding his fangs in her neck.' Vladimir stiffened a groan at his thought.

She doesn’t find me, her shoulders loosen just a fraction before she turns away. Enzo notices. Of course he does. He leans in, “She searched.” “I know,” I say, swirling my glass of vodka. Iron Fist rolls her neck across the ring. She’s thick, well built, and confident. She’s won more fights than she’s lost. She likes breaking smaller opponents. Vitale squints. “That’s Belva?” “Yes,” Baranov says. “The masked one.” “I’ve heard of her,” Fournier adds. “Never actually seen her fight.”

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

She asked. "Well, my warning applies to everything, not only him," I shrugged. "You know what? It's most likely for someone like Miss Maria to be stabbed in the back. They will pretend to be weak on the outside since Miss Maria is too soft-hearted." After I finished my words, I realized how funny this situation was. A villainess lecturing the heroine about the danger of being too kind. But I just couldn't help but be concerned, especially after what happened today.

Her smile never quite reached her eyes; instead, they gleamed with a sharp, cruel delight, like a predator savoring the chase. The elegance of her face only made the wickedness more unsettling, every soft feature laced with a quiet promise of malice. She was beautiful, yes but in the way a poisonous flower is, inviting you closer even as it prepares to destroy you. She was the real villain. It wasn't Xander or Isabel or bluey in this case. Bianca was the type of person that destroys without letting you know. You have no say in what she does.