Novel & Cerita Queen The Invisible Man

she says her voice taking that of a true Queen. She stands and walks into the room slamming the door open. The man in the bed looks up with a brief sad look on his face before an invisible shield comes down and covers his true feelings. He has feelings for the Queen. Who is this man and why did he do what he did? Elizabeth and I are slightly behind the Queen as she stands at the end of the man’s bed.

Queen wasn't stupid, she remembered numbers. She keyed in the code, and instantly, the cameras inside the mansion were temporarily disabled. To the security team, the system would still appear functional, but in reality, every feed inside the house was now frozen, looping old footage instead of recording live. She had successfully rendered herself invisible. With the cameras neutralized, Queen took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway, heading straight for Oswald's bedroom. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of the heavy oak door. This was it, the place he had forbidden her from entering.

"What does that mean? Cordelia said that too. What does invisible really mean to them" "It means you’re furniture. A ghost. You are less important than the stones in the floor. You move through the halls and no one sees you. They forget you are there because you make no sound and you cause no trouble. They forget you are human. If they forget, they can’t hurt you, they only hurt what they notice." "But the beast grabbed Senna even though she was invisible. She was quiet"

I say and cross my fingers as discreetly as I could behind my back while giving him an innocent smile, he shoots me a suspicious glare but takes my word for it. Thankfully his phone diverts his attention and I turn, looking out of the window. I stare at the streets with a blank expression before leaning forward a bit to see down the road, and further ahead I spot a billboard. I gasp in surprise when two familiar pairs of emeralds stare back at me. Technically, my eyes are closed in this picture but that’s not the point. The point... is that on this billboard is a commercial picture of me as the Masked Queen. I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company!

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

Surely I had heard him wrong. "By who?" I whispered. Now he looked genuinely suspicious. As though he was trying to determine whether I was pretending ignorance. Still, he answered. "By the Queen." My world tilted. "The Queen?" "Those are the rules." Everything around me blurred. The corridor suddenly felt too narrow. Too small. It felt as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. A rustling sound echoed nearby. The black-eyed man glanced toward it before stepping back. "See you soon, Princess."

And it is happening now. "What happened, Claudia?" Someone asked, and his voice is unfamiliar to me. I looked at the person who spoke, and I can feel that he is a vampire. "She's gone... Again." The queen muttered coldly while tears were streaming down her cheeks. The man let out a deep sigh and put her in his embrace. He might be King Dracovick Sperova of the vampires. "I felt something powerful that woke me up from my slumber. Is she our daughter?" He mentioned as he stared at my cousin's body on the ground.

He finally acts as a mate should. Well, the queen didn't seem to like the "future Queen" part, and I kind of get it. Still, I'm impressed with how professionally she hid her feelings while speaking. "Guess we all need to focus on the main subject that none of us know anything about..." An old-looking man, with a head full of gray hair, spoke, interrupting the Queen's statement. He seemed to be someone of great strength, since he had the guts to interrupt the Queen herself. "Alan has nothing to do with the wolf appearing!"

To make himself feel like he was something, he had resorted to lying. Gary quickly recovered, his frown returning as he shook his head, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England," he scoffed. "Nice try, kid. You’re just some wannabe trying to get attention." Just then, Ms. Young was intrigued by Julian's statement, so she opened the tablet she was holding to see if he was saying the truth,“You said you're Mr. Blackwood? Hold on, let me check.” She’d been intrigued the moment she saw Julian, he looked familiar. Hearing him claim to be Mr. Blackwood only piqued her curiosity further, especially since he seemed to match the description Vera had sent her.