Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

I suddenly hear coming from my right. “Holy fuck!” Jordan says. “It’s you!” Blinking, I lift my head. The contestant with the black mask is standing next to Ruth, with a rose made of a rainbow diamond in his right hand. He is wearing only a pair of jeans. His mask is in his left one. I wonder what he looks like. Where are the rest of his clothes? Next to him is a Royal Knight. I have seen them around town. “My King,” Ruth says and reaches out her hand.

This music gala wasn't open to the public. Each young woman wore a mask and entered the inner hall in order, according to the list, to perform and showcase their talents in hopes of gaining Emery's favor. I was number 24 on the list, right behind Evelyn. After noticing I had been inside for nearly 20 minutes, Evelyn began to panic. After all, she had been ushered out by Emery's assistant, Kevin Keenan, less than five minutes after her performance ended.

the maid bowed a little, replying. Prince Reagan turned towards the direction of his father's chambers and started heading there fast. His eyes fell on a lady in blue and black strapless gown with a mask. "Just the right dress," he groaned before reaching out to her as she was about opening the door and entering. Weird that there are no guards standing around the king's door. Knowing fully well that the person behind the mask is Pink. He held her around her arm strongly and started pulling her away ignoring her struggles. He got to a room he knows will be empty and kicked the door open.

“Behave, Dante. You’ve done well so far but you’re way down the pecking order in here. This changes things. I was thinking of bringing the auction forward in any case. Let’s head downstairs, gentlemen and lady. This needs to be done properly.” I thought I heard a muffled thud but, glancing around covertly, couldn’t see anyone in pain. Not even Moore, who was the most likely candidate for having hit his knee on the underside of the table. “And the black mask?” Mrs King enquired, caressing the stem of her wineglass. “It can’t be worn by another. Those are the rules,” Alpha Joseph pointed out. He definitely had a head cold or something similar. “Then we must agree here and now that whoever buys

I managed to see everyone else in the family too. Emnore was dressed in a frilly gown with a very tastefully plain lace mask, while Alfred wore an outfit that looked far too much like Hectyr’s which it was more of an afterthought. Meanwhile Anju and Conrad dressed as golden statues full masks that made me do a double taken as they sat down, only realizing who they were once Conrad lifted his golden plate of a mask to get a drink. Nok was more plan than anyone not even bothering to wear a mask. For a group of boys who talked up this party they were all so plain. It was kind of disappointing really if not for that sea of stars next to me.

“But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Someone to take control. Someone to own this needy cunt. Someone to ravage you till you can’t handle it anymore. Don’t lie now, you liked being fingered like a good little girl, now you’re already squeezing your thighs together, desperate for cock.” “No!” I tried to turn my head, but his grip on my jaw refused to let me look away. “I am a royal concubine, it doesn’t matter if I like it or not. What matters is that my body and loyalty belongs to the king. If we get caught, we’re both going to be in trouble.” His smirk widened, amusement dancing in his eyes. “That mask-wearing tyrant? Isn’t he ugly and disgusting to look at? People call him a monster—”

The room looked up, wide-eyed and breathless, eager to see their king, their unclaimed king, who had finally decided to choose a queen. What a farce. The crowd shimmered in a sea of masks and ambition. Their gowns glittered, and their laughter buzzed just beneath the surface of false modesty. I could smell the tension in the air, and the perfume of hope and desperation mingling with champagne and roses. The music swelled as I reached the last step, paused for the briefest of moments. And smiled. This was the smile of a king who had buried every tender thing inside him and replaced it with steel.

She hide immediately she saw them halted to discuss, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. "The king wants you in his chamber, but he must not know you are the one, You can use a face mask to enter his chamber, he had approved it," Evans said. Aurora looked lost, she didn't understand Evans clearly "Did you hear what I said?" Evans brought her out of reverie. "How did you manage to convince the king, for me to use a face mask?" Aurora asked, she didn't imagine that the whole Alpha Malik will allow a maid to use a face mask in his presence.

He looked up, his gaze sharp and penetrating, and quickly stood up, saying, "I can explain." I couldn't hear what Mr. Eugen was saying anymore. All I could see in my eyes was the silver mask he was holding in his hand. This mask was incredibly familiar to me. It was the same mask that MK used to wear countless nights before. And now, Mr. Eugen was holding it. The implications were clear. Mr. Eugen was MK. My hand loosened, and the bowl of soup I was holding fell to the ground, shattering the silence of the night.