Drawn To Mr King Novels & Stories

I quickly snapped those thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked out of my room, heading straight to the hall for whatever shitty announcement that is to be made which was not going to be in my favor Was King Derek going to reject me? What was Abigail going to do with me? I wondered since I am now at the mercy of the Sinclairs. Not surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the hall. I stood among the crowd, and from my standing position, I sighted Derek at the podium. Well, this announcement is about Derek. I could instantly guess what was about to happen when I saw a pretty woman standing close to him. My suspicions were proven accurate when King Derek suddenly announced, "I have chose

Was this some new werewolf trait? If it was, then why did I think of home every time I was with them? Why did it draw me closer to Zane every time I thought about it? Speak of the devil... As I glanced across the room, my gaze landed on Zane and Mr. King. They were still at the apple-bobbing tub, laughing together as Cain’s turn had come around. Mr. King held up his phone, snapping what I could only assume was a series of incriminatingly embarrassing photos of his son and grandson. Zane groaned, but even from a distance, I could see the amusement in his eyes. With his hair still dripping wet, he shook himself dry, splashing the previous king. Now he was huffing and puffing, looking exactly l

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into Steven's driveway. “Want to come in for a drink?” He asked She hesitated for a minute before nodding her head and walking in with him. Sarah glared after them, her question in her eyes. “Is Mrs. King with you, Sir?” She asked “Do you see her with us?” Sandra snapped. Sarah ignored her and looked to Steven King for an answer. “There's been an accident, Sarah. Mrs. King is in the hospital.” “My God! What happened Mr. King?”

Mrs Kings said with the coldest from of formality. "Can this be the young man who get so many letters?" Mr Kings teased. 'We are pleased to meet you, my boy.' He was just a little bit shorter than his wife and was casually dressed in grey flannel trousers and a white shirt. He looked about fifty-five and had a pleasant personality. He was not pot-bellied like most Nigerian rich men, but he was growing bald. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet Ross, and started filling his pipe as he greeted him. He could see that his wife was not pleased with Joanne's choice of a boyfriend. He recognized that chilly smile and the tone of her choice for How do you do.' Joanne would normally have recognised it

Max threatened and I backed away not wanting to make matters worse. "You need to leave." Mr. King ordered Max rather too calmly as he chuckled. "You really are stubborn aren't you? I could make you beg on your knees if I wanted to." Max teased making Mr. King angrier. "But rest assured I'm not here to do that." He added smiling innocently once more and I had the urge to smack his face so hard he would need a survey to mend it. "What is it you want." Mr. King asked him quietly as he took his seat.

Alexander King. The color drained from his face so fast I thought he might faint. His hands started to shake. This wasn't just a black card. This was the King’s Black Card. There were only five in the world. It didn't just have a high limit; it represented the man who owned the very ground this mall was built on. "I-I... Mr. King?" Robert stammered. He looked at the card, then at me, then back at the card. "I want you to wrap up every single item in this store," I said. My voice was calm, which seemed to scare him even more. "Everything. Have it delivered to the King Estate by tonight."

Sadie King POV "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome Mr and Mrs King" Axel’s voice boomed throughout the hall we have rented out for our big day, true to her word my mom paid for everything. for some reason she actually likes Beckett and approves of everything he does whether it be jumping out of a building for the fact that he doesn’t make a lot of money. My mom wants told me to never marry for love because love is shit. Yet she is fallen in love with my husband in ways I never could have imagined...

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

King's name but they obviously wouldn't dare to make a wrong move cause Maze and I are both held hostage once again. And one wrong move from them or me is all it takes for this man behind me to blow my head. "Fuck you." Maze said angrily as he tried to struggle but his father suddenly hit his wound causing me to let out a painful cry. "Remember when you said that you'll make sure that that love of yours will be the reason why you want to go on? I believed you." Mr. King smirked as he looked at all of our friends who doesn't know what to do. "But y'all are naive to think that the love you have for one another is enough to take me down!" He shouted at them before pointing his gun on all of our

An Taotao glanced at it. Mr. King closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. Perhaps because he drank too much, his breathing was heavy. His pale face also added a blush, which looked tempting. There was also a kind of unspeakable temptation. Unfortunately, An Taotao didn't appreciate it, and she just wanted to leave quickly. "Mr. King, the water is ready, I am leaving." She said. She pulled but still failed to break free from the shackles of Mr. King. What exactly does he want to do? "Help me take off ..." Mr. King opened his eyes slightly, like a lazy leopard at the moment.