Novel & Cerita Konig Under Mask

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

He sent one sentence in a text to Joe, one message needing no explanation: They're laughing now. He did not wait for a response. He smoothed his jacket, the smooth heir's mask firmly in place. But the mask now concealed no longer a protégé waiting to be legitimized, or a lover fighting for acceptance. There stood a king who had been forcefully disrespected within his own court.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

Hell, no, marrying that masked man wasn't an option. Fortunately, Gloria had already arranged the customer's order and kept it on the counter so I took the tray and veered toward the table. I got to the table and scrutinized the man whose head was inclined. He was clad in a black jacket, his hair covered with a matching black face cap. It was quite odd to see someone dressed like that but I shrugged off the intrusive thoughts. I had no business with his dress sense, what mattered was his ability to pay for his order. "Good afternoon, Sir, thank you for your patronage. I hope you enjoy our tasty burger..." I said enthusiastically and turned around to leave when his deep chuckle caused me to f

He is young and handsome, his body is damn hot, although half of his face is blocked by the mask, but from the other half of his face that is like a sculpture, it can be presumed that the half of the face under the mask is no worse than where it is. He wore a mask that melted almost all the girls' panties, and Cynthia dreaded to think what kind of violent reaction the girls would have if they knew that there was only a small bruise under the mask. But, sadly, Cynthia looked around at all the girls and looked up confidently, Although you all like King Louis, he' s already booked by me. He is mine. The king noticed Cynthia' s fiery gaze and he almost forgot what he was going to say, but fortun

It wouldn't hide everything, but combined with the dim lighting, it might be enough to avoid immediate questions. After checking her appearance one last time, Honey took a deep breath and headed toward Sir's private suite. Her body hummed with anticipation, the day spent without underwear having left her in a state of constant, low-level arousal. She had followed his command completely, and now she would reap the rewards of her obedience. The door to his suite loomed before her. Honey knocked softly, her heart racing as she awaited his response and whatever the night might bring. The door opened, revealing Sir standing there in black pants and a black shirt, his dark mask covering the upper

Kingston threw an item toward Chase upon hearing this. Chase caught it casually and saw it was a mask as thin as a cicada's wing. "What's this?" Chase asked. "This is a treasure that can conceal your appearance. Once worn, even a martial lord can't discern your true face," Kingston explained. "Forget it. I've already promised Bactria," Chase said and was about to return the mask. However, Kingston shook his hand. "In that case, just forget it. But keep the mask and be careful." Kingston said, leaping into the air and disappearing into the night.

I suddenly blurted, causing Sky and Sam to glare at me. Sam already started shaking his head in the negative but I quickly spoke again with my forefingers hanging in the air. "I know it's crazy but the King said he didn't want to see my face. If I cover my face and go to the kitchen or the washroom like everyone else, he wouldn't see me. He wouldn't even notice I am there because the king doesn't go to the kitchen area, does he?" "Yes, you are right. He doesn't go. Using a mask can work," Sky said with a smile.

I asked carefully. “None, but someone with his skills leaves traces.” The Rogue King’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Find those traces. Follow them. Bring me the man behind the mask.” “And when I do?” “I want him alive. I have special plans for him.” His smile made my blood run cold. “Plans that require careful study and experimentation.” “Understood.” “Good.” He moved to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a bottle of something stronger than wine. “Now tell me more about this celebration they held. How confident are they that the war is over?”