Novel & Cerita Konig Under Mask

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

“You’ll draw attention. You can’t be seen here, not in this state.” Kingsley dragged his hands through his hair, pacing once before exhaling sharply. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fine,” he muttered, half to himself. Vince handed him a cap and a mask, his eyes full of worry. “Just keep your head down, sir.” Kingsley didn’t answer. He adjusted the mask and pushed through the hospital doors, the smell of disinfectant and distant beeping machines hitting him all at once. He walked straight to the front desk, his steps unsteady. “Someone named Luna Voss,” he said, his tone barely steady. “She was brought in not long ago.”

"Your Majesty, my face is unsightly." The official interrupted, "Commander Morris, this is not about appearance! Wearing a mask in the presence of the king is disrespectful!" Jocelyn's throat tightened. "Your Majesty, I—" George's authoritative voice cut through the tension. "You are a meritorious subject. I grant you permission to keep your mask on." Before Jocelyn could express her gratitude, the opposing official spoke again. "Your Majesty, with his face hidden, how can we be sure he is truly Stanley?"

My eyes flew to the few people I know in the team and I examined their moves and fixated my gaze on the ones I wanted to win. I still didn't know whom to support. Roger was furious on the field as he continuously kept flipping his cap and cried commands over to others. The blue demons are pissed. Jake's been running across the field to hold the ball or even try to snatch it out from the Black knights but the Black knights have been putting a tough competition to them. My eyes flew to Parker who had the ball in control now and went for the col. But a dark pair of shoes had appeared before my sights and the next second I knew, the ball was not under Parker's control. Looking up, I knew whom I

she bitterly says, the Photims were clearly not good for the throne, and she felt she needed to find a way to take power. After all preparations were done, they were able to arrive at the party just on time, and like he had always done to his wife’s dismay he didn’t wear a mask. He had always told her how unnecessary it was to wear a mask when they knew he was a king. He cannot help but smile thinking of the scolding he was going to get from his wife, well the scolding he could have gotten. “Your Majesty, shouldn’t we wear a mask?” Naiad asks.

He had no idea what was going on or what she was talking about but he would agree to anything that let him keep his head right where it belonged. Princess Rose was as confused as him. What were they talking about? What incident? But the Queen mother didn't elaborate in fear of revealing their identity. She was sure that her people understood. "Now" she continued with a dazzling smile. "I believe that we already have a winner. Right everyone?" The crowd cheered; "Yes! Yes!" "The masked dancer!" "Rat! The masked dancer!" And so, they continued to shout "Rat! Rat! Rat!" Prince Ron's brow twitched. He really wanted to strangle the announcer. How could he mistake the letter P for the letter R? On

These maids are much braver with words than our maids, and I kind of like it, or maybe she wasn't scared of me because she knows that we are enemies with their Kingdom, and I can't report her to her King. "Well, The masked party is a yearly ceremony where the king's party and get entertained by their wives, which they won't recognize because of a disguise with a mask; sometimes we go as far as changing things in the queen's body to make it more complicated for their husbands to recognize, at the end of the party the kings randomly choose a queen to spend the night with… That's just the fun of the party. I love peeping to see what goes on at the party," She said as I stared blankly at her. So

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

She knew fighting idiot people would get her nowhere but here she is. Countess Tumaini grinned smugly. “Why? Isn’t it true? He always wears a mask to hide an ugly scar on his face. He’s a monster.” She continued. “You’re only engaged with him because you wanted to make the crown prince jealous. It’s a contract marriage right?”