Hello Mr King Novels & Stories

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.

He even lowered his head in a respectful gesture towards the king. "Your highness, your meal has been prepared and awaits your indulgence. "Would you rather eat here or in the drawing room?" With a solemn gesture, Horacio lowered his head and posed his inquiry. The monarch gazed upon it with a stoic countenance, revealing no hint of feeling. With a temperament as fiery as the sun, the King has taken to severing the heads of those who serve him directly. Within the confines of this grand palace, there exist a multitude of human beings, all of whom are dutifully serving the King in their respective capacities. Among them, there is one individual who holds a particularly unique role, serving as

He was no slouch in terms of fighting but he wasn't a veteran either. Still, he was a professional and once he was out, he immediately began igniting the mood. "Incredible!!! Unbelievable!!! MAGNIFICENT!!! In a bold display of power and charisma, our crown prince decided to do something never done since the creation of our beautiful kingdom!! What will the result be!!? No matter what, it promises to be something we will never forget!!!!"

Ace questioned, feeling like the story was pointless. "Because, son." He grabbed a slip of paper from his desk. "I plan to get it all back. You will become the king you were always meant to be." He stared at Ace directly in his eyes, wanting to see every emotions ace held at this statement. Feeling satisfied with how intrigued Ace was, Michael put his plan into action.

As Mr Justin spoke, all the ladies including Grace gave him their undivided attention. "As The manager of Black Entertainment, I would like to thank All of you Beautiful Ladies, For your Patience and also would like to say sorry for the amount of time we lost due to some difficulties, we hope you forgive us". Mr Justin was very articulate and had his own way with words too, as he spoke Grace noticed how their faces turned from a frown to a smile and even a blush from some ladies as he called them beautiful ladies, Grace didn't think much about it, but they all surely did.

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

God damn it! Mr. King chuckled and suddenly stopped while biting his lips strongly. Staring at Darko with a cynical look. "As long as Miss Amanda has not acknowledged about you and her relationship. I will not give up getting her. Aren't you always claim something that is not yours? This time, I won’t just give up, Mr. Darko," hissed Mr. King. Mr King's words succeeded in making Darko's face stiffen and his teeth clenched. His arms around Amanda's waist were also hardened. Amanda glanced fearfully at Darko's face, which is filled with emotion. Looks like Mr King's words succeeded in provoking Darko's emotions.

KING' boldly written on it. His phone buzzed, shattering his tranquility. He answered the call and waited for the man on the other side to speak. "Hello, Mr. King, the woman you had a night with six years ago just returned to the country."

Speeding inside the house, I tip-toed near the drawing room and peeked from behind the door frame. Oh, blast manners! The girl needa know! A man in a white suit sat in the head sofa, the gray roots of his hair and beard beginning to peek. “Let's cut to the chase, shall we, Joseph?” he said, authority lacing his tone. “Err... sure, Mr. King, sir,” dad replied, sitting across from him accompanied by mom. Mr. King? As in Mr. Bryan William King? The billionaire businessman and dad's former boss? But what was he doing here?

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.”