Novel & Cerita King Baldwin Iv Face

My mind raced, trying to comprehend the sudden turn of events. As I held my breath, the door swung open once again, and a hulking, bald shifter loomed into view. His nose bore the marks of multiple fractures, giving his face a gnarled appearance. Thick, unruly eyebrows perched above his squishy, pink complexion, rendering his small eyes almost inconspicuous within the landscape of his features.

I said. “Why didn't you mention this from the beginning?” He squinted his eyes. “I…it's complicated.” I sighed. “If what you say is true, then you might have to come with me to my kingdom before one of your own is beheaded.” He dropped. “Do you know his name or something?” “I heard it’s Riven or something li Keep that.” He shrugged. “Yes, milord.” The bald man said in agreement. Riven? Kaiden’s Beta?

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT. "Baldwin!" Alpha Ace, who was about to get into his car and leave the Mystic Woodland Castle premises shouted when he saw Baldwin pop up from the corner. "I'll be right back." He told his guards and sauntered over to Baldwin who had stop walking, but still had the eternal frown masked on his face. Alpha Ace squinted and gave him a careful look as he tried to figure out in his mind why Baldwin was frowning so much.

His physique was lean and athletic, with broad shoulders and a confident posture that spoke of his adventurous spirit. Secondly, Aleksandra Ivanovich, The Intellectual brother. He possessed a distinguished and refined appearance. His facial features were sharp, with intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge and wisdom. Complemented by a well-groomed beard and neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair, he exuded an aura of intellectual sophistication. His physique was lean and well-proportioned, reflecting a balance of discipline and elegance.

Adriana unwrapped the individually sealed mask and put it on, thinking to herself that the arrangement was impressively meticulous. Baldwin had been locked up here for several days. His body and mind were both worn down by the torment. He slowly raised his clouded eyes, taking a moment to focus. When he finally saw that it was Calvin and Adriana standing before him, he suddenly went wild, thrashing and letting out desperate, muffled roars. Calvin walked forward with elegant composure, folding his long legs as he sat down. The cold air around him was suffocating, radiating pressure.

On the good side, his skin doesn't look as red anymore. "You're a fast healer, man. That means you have a strong wolf," I murmur when he sets his very angry cobalt blue eyes on me. He definitely looks like Ivy, at least now that he's bald. If you put a long black wig on him, he’d look like the ugly version of her, "And don’t worry, you're still a very handsome guy, that beard was a detriment to your... handsomeness. Beauty, I mean.” Ivy hits my arm.

As he removed his hand, I stared at him, stunned. Baldwin was also a healer??

Baldwin shook his head “They always ask about your wellbeing when I come over.” Finally, the carriage rolled through the gates of the Bellevue castle and stopped at the main entrance of the castle. At the entrance, Linus and Edith were waiting with their whole family, to welcome Baldwin. However, to their surprise, Baldwin wasn’t alone this time, he was followed by Cornelius, Aglaya and two youngsters that they were not familiar with, although something about the young man gave them a familiar feeling.

With an evil grin, he said, “Well, well. You’ve caught my eye. I’ll be bringing you home later.” Alex gave him the side-eye. His eyes were as cold as the North Pole. Waltz, however, giggled and responded, “You didn’t catch my eyes, though. You’re far too ugly.” “You…” Baldy fumed and grabbed the coffin cover with both hands, using his inner core’s strength of the Advanced Royal fighter that he was. “Up we go!” With a loud explosion, the long nails around the rim of the coffin ripped out instantly. As Baldy lifted the coffin cover, the Rockefellers let out a deep sigh of relief, smiling gratefully.

I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice. The door swung open. Instead of the woman, I was met with a broad, sculpted male torso — golden skin, powerful muscles still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. My gaze traveled upward slowly, dread and fascination warring inside me, until I met piercing green eyes framed by golden hair. King Baldwin. Shit. I dropped into a deep, graceful bow, offering the vial with shaking hands. “Your Majesty.” He didn’t take it. “Raise your head.”