Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

He turned to Verity, waiting for an answer, but she just shook her head. She opened her mouth, but before she could an Omega ran to the end of the aisle. “Please stand and bow to his Majesty, King Rowan Lukos.” A hush fell over the crowd as Rowan stepped up to the end and held out a hand for a mask. His dark hair was ruffled in a way that had both of my wolves rumbling, and I had to fight to keep it inside. His shirt was partially open for everyone to see the mating mark on his neck, and there was another gasp that went through the crowd.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

The resonance didn't come from my throat; it came from the hollows of my chest. "They expect their King." Elinor adjusted the black silk mask over my eyes. "The Masquerade of Sin is where we remind them why they fear the Blackwood name. Don't let the ghost win, Kai. Be the man in the tank." "The man in the tank was a prisoner." I drained the glass. The burn was a welcome distraction from the gold flickering at the edges of my vision. "I'm the one holding the keys." I stepped out of the dressing room and into the grand ballroom. The air was a heavy, suffocating blend of expensive perfume, sweat, and the metallic tang of hidden weapons. Hundreds of masks stared back at me. Gold. Ivory. Feather

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.

Sicilia mentioned before that he did not like it as it’s itchy. Well, Sicilia felt the same, so she was not wearing hers as well, and no one could really force the Knights to do what they don’t want. If they wanted to go to a masquerade party without wearing a mask, then so be it. Alexander was wearing a black tux, and he looked like a Greek god. Maya had to hold her breath when they walked towards him. Alexander looked up to see his grandmother, who looked even more beautiful that night. His grandmother was with some other woman. She was wearing a mask, and he was not so sure who she was.

" Kim used the tea table to support her for stand up, knee already kneeling numbness and lose it strength. "Wait a minute." Arthur said in a low voice, "Your face is not ornamental. Put this on." He took a mask from his hand and handed it to her. The subordinates were surprised when they saw this. Master york gave his mask to such a dirty woman! Is there anything special about this woman? This mask is very similar to the one on Arturs's face. Kim didn't think much about it. After taking it, she put it on and limped to the front stage.

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?”

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

"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?"

A glass of wine dangled lazily from one hand, like he was bored and just waiting. Four others lounged around the room, each in their own chair, each wearing a mask. One had a goat helmet that looked a bit too lifelike. Another wore a sleek, almost feminine cat mask. One had an elephant mask, trunk and all, too wide for the chair back. And a dog, with pointed ears and glassy eyes. None of them spoke as Luca entered, but he felt their gazes on him. Kain remained silent, just tilting his head ever so slightly, that black smiley on the bag unmoving, yet somehow it felt like he was grinning. Luca swallowed hard, and even though he tried to ignore it, his body betrayed him, a small twitch he could