Revenge Wears A Mask Novels & Stories

“I'll destroy them both. Anessa thinks she's safe because she has Darius's ring on her finger. She thinks she can slap me and walk away? No. I'll make her mom do the work. One way or another that marriage is going to end in a scandal that even Darius Steele can't buy his way out of.“ Nathan watched me, his smile broadening. He chuckled, though he immediately clutched his head afterward. “All of this is very nice Julian. Very 'count of Monte Cristo’ nice. It's cute really. I love a revenge plot.“ He struggled to his feet swaying slightly as he looked around for his shoes. “Before we start destroying dynasties and selling women back into debt slavery I need a massive dose of aspirin. I feel li

“Not all mates are as lucky to be adored and loved. I’ve never seen a couple as happy as that picture of your parents. I was possessed and subdued, never loved.” Darren sat silent for a long moment, staring back at me. He placed his hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You know, those masks weren’t meant to hide a person. They were meant to reveal one’s inner self.” He pushed off the couch and walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He dug around in a bin at the bottom for a minute, then pulled out a mask like the ones decorating the wall downstairs in the pool room. It was a deep purple with black feathers coming from one side. “Ready to show that bastard your inner self? Th

They tried a lot of things – until she finally forgot about it. And now, every emotion kept on running down her mind. The emotions that were suppressed when she forgot everything, it went downhill right at that moment – filling her every soul. She cried hysterically – as the masked man looked away. Her poor father… He didn’t deserve that kind of death. “I can help you get your revenge.” After a short while, the masked man stated. Her tears were already dried up in her cheeks. She stared at him seriously. This time, she couldn’t feel anything anymore.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Out of his top ten, Red Mask had been at the top of my list. I was ready to offer her anything from coin to status, even safety. I had been ready to bring my A-game, to match any demand she had, just to convince her to come to Naked Den. Only to find out who she really was. Deep breaths. Calm. Center. Reinstate control. I need to rein in the rage and focus. I cannot kill Baevera Eldareth yet. Not for my revenge and not to make myself feel better, because she is still useful to me.

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

His face was still half-shielded by cloth, but his eyes burned through it—cold, merciless, savoring every second. “Told you I’d take my revenge,” he whispered, crouching low so his words curled into my ear like smoke. “Without Vex, you’re nothing. Just a soft little prince waiting to be gutted. I’ve got limited time to pay you back for all the hurt your pretty rich life caused me. That’s why I’m sending you to the Lord quick.” Kick. Another kick. One last kick. Pain shot through my ribs, sharp, splintering. And all I did was stare at his masked face. If wishes were horses, this terminal phase of mine would’ve let me fight back—to give him twice what he gave me.

He gave me a final look, one that held years of scars, but also something that made me believe that, somehow, we would find the peace we both desired. "Do you know what the worst part of all this was?" he said, as he placed his hand on the doorknob to go to the bathroom. "The first time I heard his name, I was so happy to have an older brother. I loved him so much! I wanted him to know that I admired him and that I never wanted to take anything from him. I thought I could learn so many things from him, but Valentim and Luna Katy never gave me the chance to explain myself or to discover my true intentions. They just decided it would be easier to kill me and pretend I never existed!" He swallo

She shut the door in my face, leaving me alone outside in the dark. Torrents of tears kept rolling down my eyes, and all I wished for was to get my revenge, to show them that they shouldn’t mess with the wrong Omega. I stood up, pain still etched in my heart, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the La'Vida Club. “I bet they wouldn’t expect this!” I forced a painful smile on my lips as I took a mask that was for sale and entered the masquerade party. The loud noise suddenly felt comforting. I grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a large gulp.

I said stressing the word admirer then looking at Mark, "secondly it was just flowers from MAGNIFICO, and I thought you got them too." "I didn't get any." Oh, Blackwood you are going to be on the stand soon. "This time it is not flowers, it is something more expensive." We both looked at Mark confused and he went inside and brought the package out for me to see. I opened it and saw a white gold mask with swirl designs. It looked nice but I don't think I am wearing a dress that matches the mask. My magenta dress with the black ombre design was definitely not the perfect match for this beautiful mask.