Villain Mask Novels & Stories

Shit. I looked at my face in the mirror. I still flinch everytime I see these beautiful features. The appearance of this face is so damn beautiful. And I'm a fool who doesn't use Fuschia’s beauty properly. Too bad though. Even in my previous life, I couldn't get a face like this even though I go through plastic surgery many times. In this life, I am determined to use my beauty properly! Villainess is a beautiful and powerful character! I am the villainess in this story, no need to act kind!

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

The mask of John was not just a disguise; it was a symbol of my rebirth, a shield that would deflect his sinister intentions and reveal the truth he so desperately tried to bury. I refuse to be a pawn in his game any longer. The mask that concealed my true self also fortified my determination, a reminder that I was more than just a victim of his treachery. I was a force to be reckoned with, a storm gathering strength and waiting to strike back with a vengeance.

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

Filling the doorway like he owned the entire room, like this had been his plan all along. He leaned against the frame with the ease of someone who belonged everywhere, even in places he shouldn’t. His mask still covered his face—black and sharp, with edges that caught the faint glow of the lamp. It made him look more dangerous, almost unreal, like a figure that had stepped out of a nightmare and yet looked far too perfect to be human.

She is recommended by Jerome so there's no way he would betray us without losing his life first. "Reveal yourself." The lady heaved a sigh of resolution as she slowly took off the butterfly mask which covered her entire face. With that, the whole room was filled with gasps. My eyes widened as my heart stopped beating. I couldn't move from my seat! My speculation was right!

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

We were standing on the absolute edge of a knife, dressed in silk and leather, waiting for a monster to bite. A heavy, measured footstep sounded on the hardwood floor behind me, and the oxygen in the bedroom immediately thinned. Victor materialized in the reflection of the mirror, stepping out of the shadows of the hallway. He wore a flawlessly tailored, three-piece black suit, the jacket cut with a terrifying precision that emphasized the massive, immovable breadth of his shoulders. But it was his face that stripped the remaining breath directly from my lungs. His mask was a stark, unadorned sweep of molded matte-black leather that concealed the upper half of his features, leaving only the