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?”

"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.”

“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.

I asked and sat on the side of the bathtub. "Well," said another maid, "we are supposed to make you look perfect tonight, the first dinner with the king, queen, and prince. I stared at them. "Who?" I asked them. "The king, queen and prince." said the maid. She makes it sound like I am stupid. "Ok, I know, but who are they??" I asked them. "You know Mr. Rivero? He is the king. Mrs. Rivero, the queen and Jeffrey, the prince." They said.

"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."

"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."

DO NOT ATTEMPT TO EXIT YOUR UNITS. I REPEAT—DO NOT OPEN DOORS. The words landed heavy. Final. Her stomach dipped. 3F: oh my god 5A: is anyone hurt??? 2D (Luca): ember??? ghost??? u alive??? Ghost leaned just enough to read over her shoulder, his presence a solid line at her back even as the room felt suddenly too large, too dark. Then he pulled out his own phone and typed one-handed, calm and economical, like he was filing a report instead of reassuring half the building. He typed one-handed, calm and economical, like he was filing a report instead of reassuring half the building.