Drawn To Mr King Novels & Stories

Melissa scrutinised the man in front of her and tried to recall if she had seen him before or maybe he's someone that Lady Melissa knew. This Mr King looked like he was around her father's age, he's dressed in full black and had cropped hair, his scalp was almost visible. Although he was smiling, his eyes reflected a somewhat sinister look and his thin moustache made his sly grin looked like a wolf who's ready to devour his prey anytime. In summary, he's a nasty looking man! There was nothing she could remember in her memory about this Mr King. "I'm sorry Mr King, but may I know why did you bring me here?" She asked cautiously.

It didn’t feel right keeping it anymore, so I grabbed it to return it before leaving for good. When I got back upstairs.. I walked past one of the windows of his study , something caught my eye. My breath left me all at once. He wasn’t alone and he was with Mrs. King. What the hell is she doing here? Where did she even come from? I was just here They looked like they were arguing. I leaned in closer, careful not to make a sound, hiding just enough so they wouldn’t see me. "You had one job — to make her fall in love with you, and you failed miserably!" Mrs. King shouted, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she paced. Aiden just sat there, calm as ever, like her rage didn’t even to

I told both of them happily. They both gave each other a knowing look. What's with them? I thought to myself. Convincing Ian was quite an ordeal in itself. But with great difficulty, I finally succeeded. I knew in my heart that I could never win against Mr.King. He was rich and powerful. And dragging Ian into it would destroy his acting career. I just can't do that to my only friend. Mr.King was not bothering me as of now as he had said. And maybe staying in the King's mansion will help me move on from Drew faster.

That he'll kill her. Fuck. I can't wait to get my hands on him, though there's now a line of people wanting to fuck him up before Alyssa takes the final shot. King picks up on the third ring. "What's up, prez?" "You busy?" I ask, even though I can hear the muffled crying and shouting in the background. "Not really," King replies dryly. "Just visiting our friend, Mr. Rivera." "King, you're making a mess," Mason grumbles in the background.

When the screen comes on, my blood turns to ice. Mr King: You just love flirting with every man you come across, huh? Another message comes through before I can breathe. Mr King: Grind into that man one more time, you and him will regret it. Leave now and go home. This is your last warning, Zaria. My breath catches painfully in my chest. Tristan King is here. And he’s watching me. ***

"Mr. K..." Meera said as she looked at the king, patiently waiting to see his reaction. And just as she had expected the king was shocked to hear that name, he had an expression of fear and anger on his face. The king was really shocked to the core after hearing that name. "So finally he's back." The king sighed and seemed to have given up already. She was silent. She knew that Mr. K was strong but didn’t expect the king to act too weakly and give up so easily.

They chorused before disappearing into thin air. "This is the happiest I have seen them," Megan's soft voice came through my thought bubble," You are good for them, Luna, in actuality you are the best thing that has happened to them including King Theodore." Her admiration touched my heart even as it made me want to duck under my covers and blankets in embarrassment and shyness of her kind words. "Now, let us get you ready for your meeting with King Theodore, shall we?" "Lets." I smiled, sliding off my bed and stretching my slightly tense muscles.

King—the man who dominates the entire industry. Her deepest desire was to have this man’s attention, even for a moment. His eyes suddenly met hers for a few seconds before shifting back to the crowd, and her heart skipped a beat. Gosh! His aura. Jemima found herself smiling from ear to ear. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. Jemima’s smile slowly dropped a little as she noticed the familiar design on Mr. King’s wine suit. Tatiana’s dress. She glanced over at Tatiana’s dress and saw the same design. She even saw how Tatiana gave Mr. King a smile.

My sneakers squeaked slightly as we walked down the long hallway lined with paintings that probably cost more than our entire apartment. We didn’t have to wait long. Mr. and Mrs. King came down the grand staircase, looking like they’d just stepped out of a magazine. Mrs. King wore a beige traveling suit and pearls that caught the light. Mr. King was tall, serious-looking, with silver hair combed neatly back. They both smiled when they saw Mum. “Oh, Mrs. Daniels,” Mrs. King said warmly. “I’m so sorry to hear about your mother. I do hope she recovers soon.”

The queen rang the golden bell to tell the maid to come to their table and clean it. "You should rest now, Shaun." The queen stood up and went back to her chamber. The king also stood up and headed to his office to dig in piles of papers for appropriation. He was holding his pen made from a feather of peacock, only to play it on his fingers while his mind was busy wandering again. "Magic, huh?" He decided to keep acting 'Shaun' despite the magic's absence to keep approaching his wife. He wanted to observe her with his own eyes, but somehow his character as Shaun is reappearing for an unknown reason.