Hello Mr King Novels & Stories

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

A knock happened on the door and then there a person entered in the room and putted the file in front of his boss and said " This is the information Mr. King " Mr. King the god father of Ashton who raised him from the day he saw Ashton on the road in the rain. The day he saw Ashton, he knew it that Ashton will be a ruler of this world who make him proud. Mr. King turned around and then nodded towards the person and then looked at the file and saw the pictures of Ashton with Lilly. In those pictures Ashton and Lilly were really happy and looking beautiful together.

I jumped in to introduce myself. “Mr. King It is an honor to meet you.” I threw my hand in for a shack and acted like I have known his story my entire life. “Thank you dear. What your name?” Ron King asked me. “Princi Jona, sir. I am one of the high managers of DC.” I answered. “Please call me Ron.” he offered. “It’s a beautiful house Ron.” I made a compliment. “Thank you. My wife made me promise that I would take good care of this house when she passed away.” he said it not with a sad face but with a smile.

"I just want to inform you that Mr. King would like to get an interview with you today at 2 pm sharp. Are you available, Ms. Parker?" Kelsey stood motionless on her spot. She was completely astonished to hear the news. She didn't even expect that King Corporations would actually call her in. She wasn't even qualified for the position and she had no past experience of being an assistant. It must have been a miracle that she was offered an interview.

“The Unexpected Apology” POV Samatha We wake up the next morning to a loud knock at the door. Kyle barks, "Fuck off! I’m sleeping!" “I’m a royal messenger with a message from the king,” he says clearly through the cottage door. Kyle says, “Oh shit, I wonder what the king wants.” He gets up and answers the door. Kyle comes back with a royal envelope with a fancy seal on it. He opens it and looks surprised. “ The king wants to meet me for breakfast. I’m not sure why. I’ll get the guard to bring you breakfast, and monitor our cottage,” he says. He gets dressed quickly, and leaves.

'This is not happening. "Gabriel!" I called helplessly before looking at Mr. King again. At this point, I know that I don't have any choice left. "It's checkmate, Maze." Mr. King said as he ended the call and I looked at him with much hatred. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I said as my voice cracked. "Why don't you just let me be happy?!" I said with great conviction and I felt my throat hurt with the way I shouted at him.

I flipped straight to the last page. With a swift, elegant flourish of the wrist, I signed the document. I tossed the pen onto the papers and shoved them into his chest. Gabriel caught the papers against his chest, a smirk of triumph playing on his lips. "Finally. Now, get out of my sight before I have security drag you—" "Wait," a sharp, cultured voice cut through the air. Mr. Harrison, an elderly billionaire and a founding partner of the Pearl Group, stepped forward from the front row.

The room erupted into a thunderous standing ovation, and Axel smiled with genuine warmth and gratitude. They were all stunned. They had no idea the CEO of A.A Entertainment would be so young and promising. They'd expected an old man behind the scenes. This was a shocker for all of them, and the Internet was on fire. When it was time for questions, Laura quickly stood to her feet. “Mr. A, or should I call you, Mr. Axel, you go by the surname King. It is quite a unique surname, and also happens to be the name of Boston's most powerful and richest man. Kevin King, CEO of King Global. By chance, are you related to him? Or is that just a coincidence?” she asked and reporters began whispering amon

“Are you there?” “Yeah, miss, I'm here. I just can't believe you are calling me,” he said, and I could feel the heaviness in his voice. “Is it about sir?” “Yeah, how is dad? What happened to him?” I asked, thankful that he knew about it already. I feared he wouldn't be working for my family anymore. “Miss, Mr. King is in the hospital right now. They are operating on him, Miss.” “Operating?” I questioned loudly, my heart sank in the pit of my stomach as more tears started pouring out.

What winners? “We’ve been keeping track of your ballots and asking all of you who should take home the crown tonight for our newest King and Queen. And with ten minutes until midnight, it’s time!” I look around, curious at who amongst these strangers will be crowned royalty for the remainder of the year. “First up on our list, our King!” The man calls excitedly, reaching down to grab the envelope to read off the name. He looks down, reads the name, and his smile breaks out even wider as if possible. “Our King is…Mr. Sebastian Cain!” He cheers.