Hello Mr King Novels & Stories

I grabbed it from the phone holder and pressed the answer button. "What is it?" I said, still catching my breath. “Mr. King.” He called, sounding like he was also running as well. "Have you checked the news?" I frowned, confused. "No. Why?" I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink. "Well, you need to check right now.” He rushed and something in his tone made my stomach drop. I pulled the phone away from my ear and opened the news app, keeping the call connected. The top trending video hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Thank you all for coming. I apologize for the delay. I had business that had to be attended to at all costs.” “As a former working man, I understand you completely,” Mr. King says. He’s somehow gotten older since the last time I saw him. When I met him, his hair was only sprinkled with gray. Now, his head was fully gray. “No need to apologize. What matters is that you’re here now.” I sit down and Ellen pours me a glass of my favorite red wine. Dinner is ribeye steak along with a variety of sides. I don’t eat much. I can fake anything but not an appetite, not when I feel like the whole world is crumbling on top of my fucking head.

The tension was palpable, especially between me and Leonardo, but I maintained my innocence - have you met that guy? Jose King boomed a warm welcome, his deep voice commanding attention. "Hey, son, welcome!" I offered an awkward smile, "Good day, sir." He chuckled and replied, "Oh, please, stop calling me sir. Just call me Jose." His smirk hinted at a friendly warning.

"There's no fun without your consent, sweetheart." He gave her his signatory smirk before turning his attention back to the boring meeting. "Does anyone have an objection to this?" The king asked. It was a part of his so-called ritual of asking people about their opinion, but everyone knows better than to disagree. They knew the consequences of it. No one said anything until... "I do."

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

Miley offered. “ No. I need to handle it myself” Steven replied. “ Till we meet again, Mr. Feng” He added and left……….

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Leo stated after he chuckled at me. “I tell you. If they think you love them, they will follow you to the end of the world,” I added before an announcement was going on. I was listening to it before I was not giving a shit about it. “Presenting His Royal Highness, King Aaron Remes and Her Royal Highness, Princess Katherine,” the announcer said before the King spoke as I was looking at the food.

"Who's Mr King?" "Your father" Oh.