The Masked Villain Novels & Stories

The man gave an evil toothy grin but stayed silent and took menacing steps towards her. She could not see his face clearly as the top of his face was covered with a mask. “What do you want? M-money? I don’t know you, I didn’t do anything.” Natalia muttered as she moved back with every forward step that the masked man took. “I have to take you away. I am certainly not here for any of your things.” “B-but Wendy texted me. Where is Wendy?” Natalia asked in fright. “Did she?” The masked man’s voice seemed to mock her.

Not this time. And before I could lose it, he spoke. “What does he want now?” Adrien’s voice wasn’t steady, but he was still standing. I almost cried. The man in front of us had his face completely covered by a black mask. He didn’t even flinch. Even with Adrien in front of me like a human shield, I could feel the man’s eyes on me. “He wants his reputation back,” the masked guy said coldly. “Everything returned to how it was.”

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

一 Okay, don't worry 一 Said and she left. After putting on my heels, I took one last look in the mirror and realized how beautiful I was and would never let anyone say otherwise, and here I was, ready for the charity party that would save the Edwards family company. I knew how time-consuming these events were and even more so when it was at one's own residence, it was likely that my distant relatives would be here and I would have to answer their stupid questions about the end of my breakup and whether I had taken good care of my relationship. , but in all these years I learned to wear a second mask and then I would treat them well and answer all their questions. It's Beatrix, here we go.

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

"Aren't you an immortal? Why can't you be?" Asked the beautiful woman in a short dress whose face looked angry looking at the man lying on the bed. "Ah! I'm not unwilling, but you know he doesn't have many subordinates while I although I have two brothers but they are unreliable." The masked man's reply made the standing woman very angry. Her face reddened with annoyance, the masked man had promised to help her avenge her family who were slaughtered by the nobles of this city.

The envelope remained firmly in his hand. Lucien stood several feet away. Alone. Exactly as requested. The image looked wrong. Dangerous. Like a trap. Vivienne immediately stepped closer to the screen. Victor's jaw tightened. Neither seemed surprised. Which meant they recognized something. Or someone. The masked man laughed. A low, distorted sound. Then he removed his mask. The room froze. Elara stared. The man looked to be in his late thirties. Dark hair. Sharp features. Expensive suit.

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

Izzy's voice finally breaks through the laughter. "He literally can't say no to you. Just make sure you wear the mask, it's his favorite part of your outfits." She isn't saying what else the masks is there to do. Make sure the boss doesn't see my face. He can't connect the dots, can't figure out who I really am.