King One Piece Face Novels & Stories

Maya grabbed some biscuits from the table and threw some at me and some at Naya. "What do you mean?" I asked, pushing one of the biscuits into my mouth. "What Maya is trying to say is that, Dad has a default face and it never changes even when he is in a good mood or bad mood. It's just how he was molded to be," Naya explained, also chewing down on her biscuit. "How then do you now tell the reaction of the King," I frowned, not understanding how someone could have a default face that didn't show any reaction. It was more than weird and it made me doubt if he was truly a werewolf or an alien.

We ride. Seras is waiting at the dam turnout with her bike and a fresh coat of flame decals. Kayo, Aki, and Riku are leaning against the railing like they own the place (because, technically, in Hanamaki they kind of do). Kayo’s nine invisible tails flick once when she sees me. Kayo (sweet, deadly): “Morning, Your Majesty. Sleep well?” Celeste (through my teeth): “Peachy.” Aki cracks his knuckles; the glamour hiding his oni horns flickers.

Kai was forming a fist to get out of the cell now. “I am your third twin, Kai. Stop calling me an imposter just because we have the same face. As if I chose to have the same face as you.” He rolled his eyes, revealing that as if it was so casual. Kai’s stoic face remains unchanged, “Stop spitting that bloody shit and I’ll cut your throat.”

Luna, ever the voice of reason whimpered, "But Luna doesn't like him! He gives off serious villain vibes! Run away, Nimue! Run! Girl, turn back!" I ignored them both. Ignoring my wolves was becoming a full-time job these days. Especially when it came to Jin Kisaragi. He was a walking, talking paradox – aloof yet intense, enigmatic—yet oddly comforting. And undeniably handsome. Like, ridiculously, stop-traffic, could-launch-a-thousand-ships handsome.

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"

- he assured fervently, releasing her wrist, then with the other hand slipped the mask off his face. - Sorry for the attack.- Miyuki said hesitantly, and when finally saw his whole face, she recognized him immediately, even though he was wearing heavy makeup in the music video, and now his eyes were only slightly underlined with eyeliner.- I'm sorry, but are you perhaps... Aoi Takashima?- she asked, looking at him closely. - Don't tell me that you are my fan...- he sighed with a slightly weary face. - No, no, nothing like that.- Miyuki quickly denied.- But my best friend is, that's how I got to know your face. I don't have TV at home, so I mainly heard your voice before that.- she explained.

He has pale skin and a scowl on his face, his eyes were lavender matching with his hair color. "I apologize again." Mizuko bowed her head and the man just left. When she raised her head, she thought that the young man was familiar somehow. Like she has seen his gloomy face somewhere like— "Oh my gosh!" she gasped, abruptly looking back but he was already gone. It just came to her that he was that prince who never smiles on his sketches! "I could've told him!" Mizuko groans, stomping her foot and shutting her eyes in frustration. Her mission could have been over! But then wait, what's that prince doing around here? Was he looking for Kenshi? Did Kenshi pick up a fight again?

Kieran’s POV Disbelief and anarchy dominated the battlefield. I was unable to take my eyes off of him—from it. The King of Eclipse. The guy wearing my face. I have experienced horrors and fought in numerous conflicts that would haunt lesser men. However, this? This was something completely different. “What do you want from us?” My voice reflected what was opposite to the turmoil that ate deep inside of me. The man chuckled, his gaze arresting mine as he closed the distance between us, his face stern. It wasn't budging.

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.

From then on, Hyomi began to understand about fangirling. “See! Who is he?!” “Uhmm.. Their faces are not the same. Honestly i can imagine all six. But i still don't know their names.” “See his unique ear! He is Jun!” “Ah~ Jun!” “Handsome, right?” Hyomi can't deny that Jun in the poster is indeed handsome. “He’s such a happy virus.” “Happy virus?” “He is a sociable, friendly and very talented!” Hyomi claping her hand, “You talk seems you know him!”