Novel & Cerita The Masked Villain

The masked figure queried in a boastful tone “ You do not wish to know , let him go ” the masculine voice replied as the masked figure turned to face him “ The Butler is mine ” the masked figure reminded “ Butler Macho is mine not yours ” The masculine voice corrected “ Get off , I don't want to harm you ” The masked figure snarled “ You can do no more than a dead rat ” the masculine voice spoke spitefully , the masked figure picked his pistol to shoot when he was shot by an arrow behind .

He squeezed her hand harder. “Damien, you’re literally a grown man!” Isla stared at him, stunned. There was no mischief in his voice, no sarcasm. He meant every word. He was really frightened. “Let go. The masked man is gone.” she said. “You’re not lying?” “I’m serious.” He opened one eye to confirm, the screen looked harmless. He sighed and opened both eyes. Then the masked man reappeared, holding a human heart in his arm. “Hell no.” Damien shrank again, closing his eyes and sinking into himself like he wished the seat could swallow him whole.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly. Protective. Possessive. Feral. The werewolf recoils, snarling, clearly sensing something has gone very wrong. The masked man doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the wolf’s arm as it slashes toward Ezra and twists—bone snapping cleanly with a sound like breaking wood. The wolf howls in pain, staggering back, but Ezra is already moving, slamming his fist into its ribcage hard enough to send it skidding across the street. They don’t fight like two people.

I was still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when he stood up and slowly removed his mask. My eyes widened in shock. Victor Vale. The tech billionaire hosting the entire masquerade. He smirked down at me, dark eyes full of raw possession. “You’re mine for the rest of the night… and my best friend wants to watch.”

But who would have thought that the butler who was always with me, was that psychopathic villain named Phoenix Valcarcel! That's why it wasn't shocking for me to be able to defend that disciple who was about to get killed by throwing the weapon I was holding right at the target's knife that was about to dig inside the disciple's heart. It seemed that the masked man was stunned, even the disciple who was already ready to die was also shocked. I didn't give that masked man a chance to continue attacking the poor disciple and immediately rush in their direction. Before the masked man could react, I already managed to give a blow to him, making the masked man stagger as he couldn't defend himsel

The masked man on the ground gave him a look and said disdainfully, “There’s no harm telling you. I work under Guardian Sherman of the Demonic Cultivation Alliance! “Do you think you can possibly challenge the Demonic Cultivation Alliance? Besides, your Sky Genesis Sword has already been taken back to the Demonic Cultivation Alliance by Guardian Sherman. “Once we find the Immortal Palace, he’ll avenge me by gouging out your Nascent Soul and torturing you to death. Hahahaha...” With a bout of mocking laughter, the masked man prepared to self-destruct. Whoosh... However, at that moment, an overwhelming aura pressed down. It was Andrius’ mid Hollow stage strength suppressing the Nascent Soul in

I was now in the open, exposed outside the cloak of the darkness that concealed me. Finally, the intruder emerged, wearing a ski mask that concealed their identity and clutching a gun that glinted ominously in the dim light. I watched their every move, my senses on high alert. "Miss Vale, I see you are armed and prepared," the intruder spoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "It would serve you best if you quietly follow me outside. Our qualms aren't with you but with your fake husband. No matter how much he is paying you to keep this lie, it isn't worth your life. So be wise?" he smiled eerily through the mouth hole of the ski mask.

June Skylar, stripper at night, a devoted daughter by day. Michael was glad he had kissed his daughter goodnight, he didn't know what the driving force was but he wasn't quite done with the stripper and if what her supposed friend had said was true, the amber masked redhead was going to be needing more than a hundred thousand dollars and he was going to benefit from whatever arrangements they were going to settle on. It was a win win situation, she most definitely couldn't say no. Or could she?