King One Piece Face Novels & Stories

I was sure that kick was strong but somehow, the only thing he got was a mild, pat in his stomach and a grin of pain in his face. And for some reason, I saw a slight weird smile in his face as I kicked him. That smile is pissing me off. Its like a mockery. My strength to him is nothing. He is not wavered. So this is what a king is suppose to be? Unwavered in the face of his personal enemy? I walked towards him, took him by his collar and grabbed him. His eyes are now focused on me. A slight sting in my mouth as I spoke,

Chapter 162 The Face of the Enemy Kael stared at the creature. His own face stared back. Same silver eyes. Same dark hair. Same expression. But there was something terribly wrong about it. It smiled like Kael had never smiled before. Auren clung to Kael's arm. “Daddy…” Kael didn't answer. His grip tightened around his weapon. The Creator stepped backward. “That should be impossible.” The First Enemy tilted its head. “Impossible?” Its voice sounded exactly like Kael's.

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

But a longer glance had Emeriel noticing muscles barely concealed under their robes, their slightly tipped ears, and their incredibly unnaturally handsome faces that were completely unreadable. He froze. Urekai. These ones looked expensive and aristocratic. Emeriel's throat went dry. No one prays to meet a Urekai face-to-face. "What do you say, King Orestus?" the Urekai with the long scar running from his cheek spoke. He looked the most intimidating. "No, this cannot happen," King Orestus protested, looking terrified, and doing a poor job of hiding it. The frown on Scarred Urekai's face deepened. Clearly, this was a being that did not take no for an answer.

Each revealed their skills just to please the intense gazes of the powerful men seated below. Among those powerful men sat an imposing figure with a regal bearing. His weathered face was enough to make anyone shrink in fear. Despite his face being overshadowed by the darkness, one could spot the scar on his left eye that ran down to his neck. Zero.

I smiled and bowed. “Good morning, young miss. Lovely day for a walk.” I nodded. He looks so familiar. “Pardon me, I haven’t introduced myself. I am Prince Kagami Seichi. My brother is the Emperor.” He bowed his head. Oh that’s why he looks familiar. He looks a lot like Sora. He looked up at me and waited for me to answer. Oh crap, how am I supposed to answer him? He looked troubled.

Dogs had to be taught who the owners were, and she sent Liu Feng a message to thank him for the brilliant acting. From left to right, excluding Killian, the guild members introduced themselves. “Rank #92. My mafia name is “Faceless”. My ability is the ultimate disguise. I don’t have a fixed face after a horrible accident.” Many gasps filled the room when “Faceless” removed his skin mask, revealing nothing but a horrible sight of exposed bones and muscles. Zen felt sick, and Sasha pitied him. While this was a gruesome sight even for those in the mafia, it wasn’t uncommon.

“I am Damian, CEO and Boss of Key!” Keiko was nervous and embarrassed, her face was already red. “I'm Keiko, Key's best friend!” Keiko shook Damian's hand for a bit. When viewed from anywhere, even from the end of the Monas though. The figure of the man in front of him was really handsome, seriously. Keiko didn't lie this time. Damian was really handsome, tall, well-established and seemed to be full of warmth. And that suddenly made Keiko want to tease the figure in front of her.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Krystal gasps beside me and his lips tilt up into a fang-tipped grin. As the Gaimo comes down at the Commander with his swing, the Hassin launches his fist upward. The crowd around us gasps when his knuckles make contact with the Gaimo's chin. The Gaimo's head snaps back so fast his neck looks as if it breaks. The Kea medics quickly remove the unconscious Gaimo, and the Commander heads out of sight without looking at Krystal again. The crowd cheers for him, but I can tell from the volume they are disappointed that the Commander didn't single out a female.