Hello Mr King Novels & Stories

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

Hoe have you been? If you're seeing this notification, its because well there's been big news that has driven me to write again. A King's Surrender has won an award!!!! If you looked at the cover it proudly bears the sticker and I'm super super excited. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me the entire way. I hope this new chappies was worth the wait! Bye💕

“ What did you just say? “ he asked and my eyes widened in surprise. How on earth did he hear what I just mumbled? Okay, now I officially know I'm not getting this job. “ Not…Noti…Nothing sir “ I stuttered finding the right words to use. I was beginning to become pissed off myself, this man was an annoying arrogant asshole. “ Not…Noti…Nothing sir “ he mimicked me and I felt like slapping this stupidity out of him.While he just sat there now smirking and all of a sudden his cold expression came back. “ Leave your phone number and Email with my secretary Henry,you will receive a text or Email about whether you are employed or not. Have a good day Miss Maya Allen “ He said and began to sort out

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?

"Fuck!! this really is happening" Micage mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Emily placed her hand on his shoulder trying to give him the little support she could. "I don't quite get something" Thomas spoke from his place catching everybody's attention. "So if the present king isn't the Alpha king and Melissa is the Alpha while Micage is the King. Who then is the true Alpha King, we need just one to rule us". All eyes casted downwards before turning to Emily, the elder of wisdom. She frowned before letting out a sigh

And he’d like to say a few words. Steven shook his head no,but Marie pressed the cell into his palm and grinned at him. “We're all waiting for your address, Mr King.” Steven shook his head and started typing, Marie Steven here. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say but I feel like I've stepped into a highly revered space, and I salute you all. Sandra Look at that. We're being saluted by the billionaire,himself. Ellen Welcome, welcome James Hey, Son. Took you long enough to find out about us.

The phone rings four times then I'm send to voice mail. "Hey baby g it's me I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat or maybe go stake out the Kings house and vandalize some of the shrubs or something" I know it will make he laugh "We can also hang out here at my house watch gay p**n and steal some liquor from the wet bar" I hang up and start on home work. An hour later my phone rings and it's none other then one of the men of the hour. "Hello Mr. King how my I be of service this evening"

she said, folding her arms across her chest. "I know," King said as he took off his leather jacket. His hair, which was rather thick, looked messy but the impression it made was... handsome? Ew! What the hell? Why do you think King is handsome? That's crazy! She must have a swollen elephant's eye! The man who deserves to be called handsome is Kim Soo Men! There's no match for him! King? Nothing! "But Mr. Ubud asked us to go to his office. Our division has an urgent meeting with Mr. Ubud."

I mean I did see over fifty million followers on their social media but I thought it was just a glitch in the system. The glass door swung open and six men stepped outside. Even from this distance, it was obvious why people were making such a fuss. The man in front was the tallest of them, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that looked expensive enough to pay my rent for a couple of years. His jet-black hair was neatly combed back, revealing a strikingly handsome face with thick brows and soft brown eyes. Unlike the others, he didn't acknowledge the screaming fans. His expression remained unreadable as his eyes searched through the crowd.

He pushed Thomas out of the way only to be blocked by Queen Kennedy. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I need to get my wife to a doctor. If she dies in that seat, will you be responsible?” He growled, his voice so cold it could freeze an ocean. Queen stood head to head with him, unmoving, with a cold smile stretching her red lips, “You won’t be stepping anywhere, Silas. Dahlia will finish painting even if she dies in that chair.” Silas saw fucking red, anger blurring everything as he stepped close and was about to lift her by her throat and smash her against the wall when Edward rushed by his side,