Novel & Cerita Villain Mask

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

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 don’t think that he ever will. “That’s true. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” He sighs and then, slowly stands up on his feet. His mask is different from mine. While mine is white with a ghost face, Vaughn’s is completely black and the design is very plain. It looks like the design of sewing stitches.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Standing where I expected my boyfriend to be, leaning right over me as I flail helplessly on the floor is a man but it’s not my Owen. The man is dressed in black from head to toe. He is wearing one of those creepy as hell ‘V for Vendetta’ masks over his face, the one with the horrid smile etched onto the mouth and the slits for eyes that let the monster hide behind the mask. In his hand is a large knife, a chef’s butcher knife and the chance to scream again never comes as the knife comes down.

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?

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

RIVEN Everything. Everything can go wrong. “What the hell is this?” I scrunched up my face in disgust as Damon tried fitting the mask to my face. It was too small, too sparkly, and the color—gold, with glitter—was definitely all wrong. Kael lounged on the bed, his lips curved in that signature sinister smile that always made me want to throw something at him. Cassidan, ever the gentleman, looked away like the wallpaper suddenly became fascinating.

As though someone had deliberately stopped it at that exact moment. Amelia felt sick. “Who is he?” Victor leaned closer to the screen. “I’ve never seen that mask.” Arthur frowned. Neither had he. Ethan replayed the final seconds repeatedly. The masked man’s right hand remained visible. On his little finger… He wore a distinctive gold ring engraved with a lion. Marcus’s eyes widened. “I’ve seen that ring before.” Everyone turned toward him. “Where?” Marcus hesitated. Then answered. “On the Chairman of Blackwood International.”