Novel & Cerita Konig Under Mask

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?”

This was a black and red-themed mask party hosted by one of the prestigious figures in the city; Klaus and Debrah. On that note, I and king had our masks on but we were still noticeable. King wasn't a man that loved publicity. I understood that the moment we walked passed the red carpet. As we both walked past, my eyes caught a man that left me amazed. He was standing with a woman which I presumed was his wife considering how she clinched to him leaving her DNA all over his face. She wrapped her right hand around his neck then her other hand was placed on his chest with her diamond ring taking its own special attention.

Locking eyes with King one last time, he turns and disappears into the living room, leaving us alone. King passes me a Halloween mask with LED lights. I stare at it for a second, utterly confused. What the hell? Do they really get into full costume for this? "C'mon, kitten. Put it on," King purrs, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "We're going to have a little bit of fun tonight." Smiling at the psychotic man I love, I slip the mask over my face, dark excitement pooling in my core. King does the same, his own ghost mask hiding his features. My pulse spikes at the sight of him, only his man-bun and huge biceps on display.

Hope fledged inside of him and he wasn’t afraid anymore. “It’s alright, Junior, I will take it from here,” he assured the lad but he was about to say something again when Allan shifted his focus to the man behind the mask. “King Mask, if I have your word, then I will remove my silicone mask now.” The robotic voice sounded, “go ahead.”

he chanted and picked one of the mask on the basket, placing them on his skull, so that the loose ends covered his face, leaving his lips, eyes, nostrils, and jaws exposed. The mask was crafted to have a fierce beak like that of a hawk. It was the King himself that had picked this mask for him. A sweat sensation surged through the man's stomach as he sauntered into the cave. The Hawk. That was his identity within the stones. The King had selected a Hawk for him after he had proven faithful and reliable. Now he also had another information that would interest the Lord of all. Maybe after this, the King would change his mask from ceramics to silver or gold. Gold mask was the highest of all. It

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.