The Masked Villain Novels & Stories

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

It was Stanley who would continue to force his mother to accept the idea, but it would be Vivian who would reap the rewards of the boy's persistence. 'Even if it's indeed ridiculous for adults to wear a robot mask, the mask will be able to hide my face, and that's why no one will recognize me even if people from the media come to me to interview me. It's like a masquerade ball, so it's not too bad, right?' Vivian smirked secretly as she thought that her identity would be safe if Kate agreed to implement the idea.

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

I dressed however I wanted, and I leaned into a casual, messy style. My assistant used to joke that if I disappeared into a crowd, I'd look like someone scraping by on a tiny paycheck. I kept it that way on purpose. "Brianna, what is this?" Vexana was the first to jump up and accuse me. "You made it, and you didn't think to help any of us, but you're going after Melissa's family business. And you're smearing her with bullying accusations. What kind of person does that? "Melissa was always kind. She saw how timid you were and tried to be your friend. Zachary even helped you with math. You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them."

I could feel him filing the data—what kind of Alpha does this girl intend to be? “Name,” I said to the man in the mask. He said nothing. I pressed the heel of my hand into his sternum. “If you are a human paid to supply eyes, then you have a name you sell to the bank and to your mother. If you are one of Ronan’s collectors, then your name is whatever he gave you and you answer to it because you forgot where you put your own. Which is it?” He spat mud. “Names are for the edited cut,” he said. “I am content to be your villain.”

After all, sometimes dead houses keep secrets better than living people. The masked figure seated before her remained completely still beneath the dim lighting. Their face was hidden perfectly behind the dark mask, concealing every trace of identity. This was the same mysterious person Alpha Kael had secretly met along the lonely road days ago. “Sometimes,” the masked person finally replied calmly, “the safest place to hide is directly beneath your enemy’s nose.” Mavis smirked faintly. “Fair enough.” For a few seconds, silence stretched between them before the masked person leaned slightly forward.

“If your sister knows what kind of a man he is, why hasn’t she divorced him?” “Who knows? There’s probably something wrong with her brain!” The group of people left. After finding out that Mask was someone from the government, whose identity was bound by the principle of secrecy, Beatrice’s feelings for him only became even more irrevocable. She began to imagine Mask as a hero who protected his country, a military god during battles. She fantasized about the day he would come to her in a shining armor after defeating his enemies in a flame-filled battle. When the time came, he would make her his wife and treat her with love and affection.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"