Hello Mr King Novels & Stories

I always cooked for myself, my grandma taught me, and it’s one of my favourite things to do. “What do you think you’re doing?” a harsh voice cut into my thoughts, and I flinched, turning around. My eyes widened in shock as Mr. King was in front of me in his wheelchair. He was dressed in his black nightwear, his black hair sitting on his head messily. His grey eyes glared at me, looking at me from head to toe. “Are you deaf? What are you doing?” He snapped, and I flinched, trying to calm my nerves.

"King, this is your sister's father. Paul Kinninsky—my ex husband." King looked up at me, his forehead creased. He looked at Paul again. "Hi," King said politely.

The king gasps. “The spitting image.” My mate professes. King Kellen manages to wipe the shocked look off his face, but his eyes stay trained on my son. “Hey buddy, do you know who I am?” He asks my son. Zane shakes his head. “I’m King Kellen Moon,” He holds his large hand out to my son who looks at him in awe but places his chubby little fingers in his and gives the king a good hard shake. Just like I taught him. “Do you mind if Beta Mike talks with your mommy? I would be happy to show you and your aunt the palace if that’s ok?”

the king said as he stood up and made out of the house. @pop precious

"Now who the hell is that!? banging on my door in such a mannerless way." Mr Jack shouted angrily. "What!! did he just say mannerless? Open your local wooden door this minute before I bring it down myself!!" The visitor seem to be angrier than anyone thought. Mr Jack immediately recognized the voice. No one was expecting the king to come back after his visit earlier in the day. His body shivered and his legs weakened. He feared for what might happen when he opens the door. He sincerely wished he had been more polite.

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.”

"So you’re saying you’re a professional actor?" "Basically," I admitted, a bitter edge creeping into my voice. "My father doesn't want a son, he wants a brand. Cole and I... we’re just two halves of a legacy he’s been building since before we were born. If I’m not perfect, I’m nothing."

“You good over there?” She took a sip. “I’m fine.” “That wasn’t the question.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t love loud storms.” “I know.” The quiet certainty in his voice made her throat tighten unexpectedly. Her phone buzzed, then buzzed again—the building group chat lighting up: Patel (Super): Severe weather alert. Everyone stay inside. DO NOT use stairwells. 3F: anyone else’s balcony trying to detach itself 5A: power flickering on west side

I said, trying to sound casual as soon as I saw him step out of his office. "Mrs King, what a pleasant surprise!" He said with a bold smile. "I've actually been waiting to see you," I muttered under my breath. “Can I ask you something weird?” He took a sip of his iced coffee and grinned. “You mean weirder than everything that already happens around here? Go for it.” “Do you know anyone named Marcel King?” Harry froze for a second but quickly regained his composure. "Uhhm...my husband had mentioned the name," I lied confidently. "His birthday is coming up soon and I don't want to mistakenly exclude any family members from the invite," I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Soon enough, the girl handed the exquisite, fitted silver mermaid dress to her and just as Loki proceeded to walk towards the dressing room, Kylo's words stopped her on her tracks. "I apologize for disappointing you, my lady. However, I've long been in your business since the first time we met. And I don't plan to stop now. I can't, as it is already too late." 'What does he mean by 'he can't'? And how is it too late?' Turning on her heels, Loki stared at this man in wonder, feeling utterly speechless and curious as she watched him smiled back at her. Kylo covered the distance between them and gently nudged her to the dressing room. "Go on, get changed. The chairman is waiting." He smiled at