Konig Under Mask 소설 & 이야기

"Only a small percentage of people from the whole of glitz planet have supernatural powers, the murderer can't be one of them come on!" Another replied, thankfully the king didn't hear them or maybe, just maybe they will be beheaded. Suddenly a tall and and dominant figure wriggled it's way through the crowd. It was Gagé Alfredo, his white hair still lingered over part of his face and his mask was still intact. His face looked rigid and hard as he walked up towards Alice. The guards tried to stop and warn him of the dangers ahead if he tried to touch her but he only glared at them and walked over to her.

As we walk into the full hall with people dancing, I have my arm looped around Ruggerio’s. Just like the first time I set foot in this room, I feel free and happy. As we descend the long stairs with the white balustrades, we already plan on which bar we are going to attack first, before settling in a cozy lounge. “Who knows if our room will still be available tonight?” Ruggerio grins at me and I shake my head, not able to contain my happy smile. We are wearing the same mask we wore the night we met. The only difference will be, that he will get to slip it off me by the end of the night.

" 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.

K remained mysterious, and no one had ever seen his face, nor did he ever attend any public gatherings, not even Krendell’s events. He nodded. “Yes, his agent Roger sent a formal confirmation saying that Mr. K will attend. But as far as I know, even Roger hasn’t seen him yet. He also advised that since Mr. K didn’t want his face and identity known, he’d be wearing a mask the entire party.” “A mask?” I repeated. He shrugged. “Yes, and since it’s the first time he’ll attend something and he’s influential here… We made an exception and changed the party theme to masquerade. This way, the others won’t think we favor him by letting him wear a mask while the others are not.”

They didn't seem even remotely fazed that the royal family remained stubbornly, insolently seated upon their arrival in a blatant snub. Their masks glinted in the candlelight, adding an air of mystery and danger to their already intimidating presence. Knox's mind was racing behind his stoic mask. His thoughts were whirling as he analyzed every subtle shift and nuance. He knew this whole dramatic meeting was nothing but an obvious trap conspired by that wicked fake Queen Sahar. But he'd decided it was finally time to stop hiding behind others. It was time for the supernatural world - hell, maybe even the human world too - to know he was the real, flesh-and-blood deal and not just some boogeym

Miriam squeezed her thighs together, even though there was no draught. “Trust me, things are not what they seem.” Sigurd was staring directly at her now. Did his words have a hidden meaning? If so, she was too terrified to understand it. “Is she working off a debt? I will take payment in kind and offer up a percentage,” a quavering voice said, over her head. It sounded like a nobleman, as did the sentiment, she reflected. The blare of trumpets sounded and the door opened once more to admit the Masked King himself. His pockmarks were visible now because the mask itself was currently suspended from a string round his wattled neck.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

After making the call, she waited in the room. After half an hour, a knock came on the door. Thea opened the door. A man was standing outside. He wore a black jacket, a cap, and a black mask. “Come in.” Thea walked into the room while the man followed close behind. In the room, Thea sat on the sofa. Meanwhile, the man stood by her side. Glancing at him, Thea ordered, “Remove your mask.” “What?” The man hesitated before speaking in a hoarse voice, “Young Mistress, according to the rules of the God-King Palace, we are not allowed to remove our masks under any circumstances.”

He reached back into the bag and pulled out a mask. It was a Venetian half-mask, painted gold with sharp features. "You aren't just dressing me for a party," I realized, looking up at him. "You're dressing me for battle." "You are the Queen on the board, Elena," Nico said softly. He tossed the mask onto the bed next to the dress. "The Queen is the most powerful piece but she's also the one everyone tries to take down to get to the King." He walked around the bed, standing in front of me. He reached out and unzipped my jeans with quick, decisive movements.

"I, King Moreh of Ijipt 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 eyes found Danika from across the room. "Come out here and remove your mask. While King Phillip and I have seen your beautiful face before, king Pasih, king Noir, and king Zeba are yet to see." Danika's legs trembled underneath her but she got up again. Don't forget who you are. The words came back to her.