The Masked Villain Novels & Stories

I spun, my glare as sharp as daggers, my voice booming with the fury of a scorned husband, "I never would've pegged you for this type, Carter! Using your power to bully my wife? I'm Zayden, and I won't stand for it! You'll get what's coming to you; the law will see to that!" I stood tall, my words echoing with conviction, claiming the high ground of morality and justice. The journalists buzzed around us, their pens flying over their notepads. A business mogul, a stunning wife, an office scandal, assault charges–each piece was tabloid gold. Seth, red with rage at my accusations, was practically foaming at the mouth as he spat out his defense, "Lies! Zayden! Acting all high and mighty! Your wi

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

At the new party location, there was a poster asking people to put in masks to avoid being identified in case police officers showed up. Vivian had her plan folded up her sleeves. She had earlier gone to Alice’s home on the pretext of preparing for the party and put on her cloth. It was something that she planned for a while. She was anxious to do it first but realized that life was so short and she should enjoy as must as she wanted. During the party, she approached Marcel wearing a mask with the name Alice. She looked the same as the real person. Trusting that it was the woman he loved as well as his libido already in his head, Marcel went with her to a room. Vivian refused to remove her m

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

This trade is highly confidential, for any one present here the organizers didn't their research. Unfortunately for they, they are unaware of the unwanted guest in their midst. Marco Alfonso, soon to be their worst nightmare. Everyone was wearing a Mask to hide their identity, it's the rule here. Having theses wealthy men involvement in their illegal trade is risky, mask is shielding them. That's a huge advantage to Marco, everyone would recognize him even in the dim light if not for the mask. His intentions are will be hidden, and will be faster. The neon light reflected on them, giving them an otherworldly appearance.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

"He is just a liar, my boss!" The guy in the mask responded and smiled. "You are a coward if you deny that. Come on prove yourself, coward!!" Francis dared the masked man, and the pain was all over his face. The masked man's sinister smile only added to Francis's fury. "Ah, Francis. So good of you to join us," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Your parents were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. As for your mate, she proved to be quite the challenge. I enjoyed every minute of her suffering."

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"