Drawn To Mr King Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

Instead of staying awake, she fell asleep in Maya's arms. "I should go. It was lovely seeing you, Maya. Keep me updated, okay?" Maya nodded and got up with Gabriela in her arms. She walked Mr King to the door, but he stopped and pulled his checkbook out of his pocket. "Mr King, that isn't necessary. I already-" "See it as a gift from me to my grandchildren." He smiled proudly. Maya knew better than to refuse. Mr King would only stay longer and convince her to take it.

The door to the meeting room opened and I stepped into the room. The room was quiet, except for wet kissing sounds, and when I turned, the sight made me gasp. The King was seated on the head chair, and by his side was a lady. A beautiful lady, half naked, with her mouth on his neck. The sight would have been the most intimate I have ever seen, but her position was off. Her hands were at her side as she strained her neck to kiss his neck and jaw, while his eyes stayed trained on me. He looked too good as always, hair neatly combed backwards, blue eyes, and a perfect muscled body.

Your dad! King wanted to scream. He immediately badges into the room, with the way he badged in the Mr. Pittsburgh was already standing away from Laura’s bed. He looked over to Laura and her eyes were blood red panting and sobbing lightly. He looked over to the man again who had a sly smirk on his face. Allie and Maddie entered the room together. “We meet again Mr. McGorrith.” Mr. Pittsburgh offered his hands for a shake. King walked up to him like a beast, towering over him “Get out. Now. And expect to hear from me” The look on King’s face told him that this wasn’t child’s play.

If the latter were to be true then she is truly formidable, but I would go for the former, this so-called king is quite formidable, calculating even. After what seemed like hours, a lock clicked,the sound of doors scraping followed by footsteps, “Hey, prisoner, get up. It's time to meet the king” a cold voice sneered, “Watch your tongue or I'll watch it for you” Drew snarled, baring his fangs, he was now awake, Xavier has obviously brought them up on the recent happenings. “Shut it mutt,” the voice responded. Sigh. “Drew” I called, my voice carrying a warning.

“It’s fine. We’ll just take it to go if we can’t finish it. Moreover, there is more than just the two of us today.” “More than just the two of us?” Deirdre was stunned. Glenna propped her face and said, “Mr. King will be joining us today as well!” Deirdre had not been informed about that. However, it was not that Declan did not tell her but that her earlier phone was damaged and her SIM card was still with Brendan. “Is Mr. King coming today? Has he recovered?” “Hmm!” Glenna was delighted and said in excitement, “It’s all thanks to you that I get the honor to meet Mr. King. I heard that he is super-good-looking like Henry Cavill!”

Grusha's POV: I watched him gulping down his glass in one go before grabbing my glass from my hand and placing them on a table. "Would you give me the honor of dancing with you my lady?" "Oh I am flattered Mr. Gentleman." He is quite playful and flirty to his age but I guessed that he knew better than to cross the line. I placed my hand over his as he walked me to the dancing floor where there were many couples swaying to the slow music. I placed my hand over his shoulder as he grabbed my waist by his other hand. It felt quiet awkward so I did my best to avoid his gaze which was directly on me. I was confused about the emotions that his eyes were displaying but I knew that they were not anyw

She watched him pick at one of his favourite meals. “Sir?” Unable to stand the pain etched across his face, Ms. B called. His attention was drawn away from the plate. “Go after her.” She added. His brow furrowed with confusion. “Ms. Winters. Go after her.” She explained, exasperated. “Is it that obvious?” He asked. “I have been working for you for a long time now, Mr. King. You like Ms. Winters. Dare I say that you love Ms. Winters.”

I've done some very nasty things thanks to this man. After dinner was ready, Mr King came into the kitchen and sat on one of the island stool. He looks down at the spaghetti and meatballs sauce. "Sit and eat" he said. I sat down right opposite him. I made sure to keep my distance so that he couldn't tempt me with his evil and dirty habit.

replying barely above a whisper. Mr. King's gaze snapped back to Asher, his expression darkening. "You're lucky your hand didn't come in contact with my wife's face," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "Because if it had, I would have broken every bone in your body. And made sure you suffer a slow and agonizing death." The fear that lingered in Asher’s eyes was evident. "But since you're lucky," Mr. King continued, his voice dripping with malice, "I'll let you live. For now. But let me make one thing clear: if you ever lay a hand on my wife again, you'll be begging for death.”