Novel & Cerita Agamemnon Mask

"Forget about the other girls. Bring Eden. We're taking the secret passage!" The others didn't matter now. The ritual site had taken months to prepare, and Eden's blood was the key. Without her, the ceremony for their great master would be ruined. "But Eden's the one causing this!" the guard said, frowning. "And look what we found outside her room." He held out a mask—thin, flesh-like. Dave's eyes widened. He knew what it was—ancient Farshyan trickery. Crafted from lamb skin, these masks could transform someone entirely. The Eden they'd seen earlier wasn't Eden at all.

Krepe replied, his gaze darkening. "So, how do we get inside the palace gate? I mean, your face is still recognizable." "The party could be a masked party." Cadmus laughed hard at his seemingly funny suggestion whose chance of happening is like finding a snowball in hell. "How're you even going to do that?" "My daughter?" "And you think you can be allowed inside because you're masked?" "King Cadmus'." He called and walked up to him so they were standing face to face. "Your present." He removed the jade and showed it to his face.

The man with a mask over his face. *

“For are most precious item!, the bidding starts with ten million dollars!” Now that I look at them clearly, all of the people in here looks so familiar. I see that guy with brown mask must be Elton. And that one beside him with green mask is Aiya. And that golden mask is… my father. What the hell… are they up to? Wait… someone was sitting from afar. I can’t clearly see them. “Twenty million dollars” “One hundred million dollars” “One hundred one million dollars” They all started raising the number they were holding. I don’t really get what this prank is but… it really makes me be reminded of that time when I first saw lea. It was also like this…

“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?”

Please, I implore you—order her hands broken and have her thrown out of Baymouth. Emery glanced at her coldly, then indifferently ordered Hector Woodward, his butler, "Hector, turn on the projection screen in the main hall and pull up the original surveillance footage for number 24." The giant projection screen directly opposite the lounge slowly descended. All the guests crowded around, and the number of viewers in the live stream soared past five million. Everyone was brimming with anticipation. The screen lit up. The footage showed me ascending the stage, my face hidden behind a fox mask.

Giving herself one last glance at the mirror, she sauntered out of the room and made her way downstairs. Her “supposed” mother was busy watching the morning stock market news and the moment she heard Melissa’s heels clicking on the floor, she turned her head towards her daughter and her lips curled into a gentle smile. “I thought we agreed that you will take some rest?” “I have to meet up with Melisa, mu…” her voice trailed off, she didn’t want to call another woman her mother. She didn’t want to deceive anyone at all, especially after what She passed through five years ago.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Every guard looked at each other with surprised looks. "Come on. Let's party." I announced. I pulled Aemun and he understood the hint. He walked with me and I was pleased to see the guards following us. They all offered an arm to my girls and we walked downstairs. Right before walking in. I stopped Aemun and gave him my mask. With a smile, he carefully fastened it on the side of my head in my hair with clips. His one had to be secured around his head with a ribbon and I carefully fastened it. He wore a red, basic mark, the same colour of his pocket square and my dress. With a deep sigh, I nodded for him to open the door. My hands tightened on his arm the moment the double doors opened and mu