Novel & Cerita Konig Under Mask

"I, King Thomas of Martel welcome us all to this Royal Court and also, to this year's Mask Festival." The people nodded, even while some ate and some privileged people played with their slaves. The standing king said more words to address the festival and to address other issues concerning the other kings. Finally, his eyed found Lyra from across the room. "Come out here and remove your mask. While King Marcus and I has seen your beautiful face before, king Zayden, king Dominic and king Ethan is yet to see." Lyra's legs trembled underneath her but she got up again. Don't forget who you are. The words came back to her.

Riona rememberd what he said, how could he be the alpha of the midnight pack when he is the exact opposite of what she had heard of him, she couldn't even hate him after hearing that from him especially since she has seen a soft side to him, one she guessed he had only for his people and her. Just then Riona's felt her hand touch something on her bed, she picked it up and brought it into view. Her mask? She was sure she left it behind, did Lia send it over? It had a note attached to it. For a minute she recalled her confession to Lennox as her hand stroked the mask. "Put it on now and don't take it off, " Riona whispered to herself, reading what was on the note. As instructed Riona put on th

Blame it to the masks. Minutes passed and I finally found two of them - Prince Conrad and Napoleon. “We saw a Marchan.” I uttered first before adding, “And the Goblin.” I could not properly see through their reactions because of their masks. “What happened then? Are you alright?” Prince Conrad asked with worry and concern. “I am alright. I think he didn’t recognize me.” “Thank goodness. What about the Marchan?” “Fafaniya is watching after him. They are in the dance floor.”

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

“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?”

Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south. “What better way to show ya power than wid us at your back?” Ronan says and I smile at him and give him a hug. He chuckles and hugs me back. I hug each of the kings. I have the utmost respect for them, the same as they have for me. “Well, it looks like we have a masquerade ball to get ready for. Did you all bring your masks?” I ask, looking at each of them and they roll their eyes.

her eyes went to Alex's father who smiled the most she clenched her fist ‘that means, if I had agreed to marry his son he would hand me over easily’ she thought closing her eyes as a sharp pain wash over her, her head hurts a lot she staggered but maintained her balance. The guests arrived, they were four in number, three men and a lady. The lady and one of the men wore black masks. They looked lethal, the other two wore the same uniform as the king's men. Lucy stared at their mask recalling Helene's words ‘he wore a black mask’ she could hear Helene's voice in her head once more. Her eyes darkened, darting between the king and the man. ‘The king wears a silver mask only, then who did Helene

’ -Signed by King Dominique Hans was stupefied by it. He was smart. King Dominique was indeed a very smart ruler. He purposely wears that mask all the time to hide his real identity. So, if he wants to spy on other kingdoms, he doesn’t have to disguise himself since no one had ever seen his face. No one would know that the one they saw on the street would be the King of Heathern. That’s a very smart move!… Is this how they met with the Princess of Amsterdam?

But I went first to the shower to take a bath. As I stepped out of the shower, I immediately went to bed to look at the newly arrived clothes and mask I would use later at the party. Hermione sent me one of her best creations. It was a black vintage chiffon cocktail dress paired with black four-inch stilettos and a sexy masquerade black peacock feather eye mask. My phone rang, so I temporarily put down the mask I was holding. It was Klaus, and he sent me a message. He said he would be late because he attended a meeting in his office.

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”