Im The King Of Technology Novels & Stories

I'm not letting her go. I tucked the comforter over to her chest. My attention dragged to her face. My gaze slid down and leisurely climbed its way back up, hovering over her lips. I wanted to crush my lips once again. She needed to rest. She's new to all this. I wasn't hoping for her to be untouched. My lips slightly pulled up. I'm the new king, struggling under the weight of my new position. I'm thankful she had sent the pictures and video clip to her parents and my parents. Otherwise, I would be facing a lot of damage. I don't believe in remnants of the family fortune. I'm a Royal businessman. Many wanted to tear me down. She seriously gave my heart a jolt when I received a call from my f

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

A rush of heat crept into my cheeks as I realized they must have seen me practically waltzing in earlier. I didn’t know whether to apologize or just get to work quietly. While I contemplated, the king spoke. “Are you going to stand and gawk at us all day, or will you get to work?” He didn’t seem angry, thankfully, and I didn’t need to be told twice. The study was so large that on one side, I could hardly hear their conversation, but I was done here and approaching their side. God help me. “…and they won’t sell it to us,” his second-in-command said.

"You are Franklin! We do not 'take breaks' to bake burnt toast for mediocrity. You left your throne vacant, and do you know what happens to a vacuum in business? Parasites fill it. While you were busy being 'naive,' other young heirs to decent families were snatching our clients." I didn't flinch. "What do you want me to do then?” The fury in his eyes flickered, replaced by a glint of grim satisfaction. He sat back down, sliding a sleek, holographic tablet across the obsidian surface toward me. "The first thing you need to do is take command and second…" he paused, his tone shifting to pure business. "The Global Tech Summit is in ten days. It’s an international level competition that has alw

My jaw tightened, the replies exploded again. Someone reposted my response, made edits and Someone called me “The Scholarship Savage.” By midnight, my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. And somehow Kaizen Arclair replied again. “Careful, scholarship girl. Blackthorne Heights eats people like you alive.” I should’ve ignored him. Instead, I typed: “Then maybe the campus king should worry less about me and more about passing his classes.” The internet lost its mind. I smiled for exactly three seconds before my manager snatched my phone away.

"Why do you have so many enemies?" She asked and Lincoln sighed and looked at her. "Well..." He began. "I am a King, Roseline - a powerful King that is envied by everyone. I have the personalities that any other man would want to posses. And since they can't be me, they only have to be my enemies". Roseline listened attentively, chewing on his words.

"She topped the rank of best technological engineers in the United kingdom." I smiled at her. "Hi." "Now for the finally last final," I rolled my eyes. He had been saying that for the past four hours now. "Meet Mr Mason King," A man looking as if he had just emerged out of a Greek mythological book waved at me. He didn't smile. Just waved. He was handsome no doubts but there was also something familiar about him. I chuckled. Dad. His behavior was similar to dad's. "The vice president of Kgroup. He has a long line list of degrees but believe me when he say, his actions speak louder than his words."

"You're threatening me, aren't you?" "The poison is only triggered by another piece of technology that I've developed. And I won't need to use it, unless you help me," he exclaims, extending his arms as if he's offered something impressive and generous. I grit my teeth. "I already promised to be engaged to you." "I know that, but I have a speech to make tomorrow, to announce my reign, and subsequently, my marriage to you," he says. That means going into a village, revealing more of myself. That wouldn't worry me so much if I wasn't apparently in danger.

Too perfect. I flipped to the leadership section. No photo, I blinked. No biography. No educational background. No awards. Just a name. D. Kingston Zane leaned over, reading. “That’s it?” “That’s it.” I pulled out my phone and searched: K. D. Kingston, I* Technologies. Nothing. I tried variations—Katia Kingston, Kingston I* CEO, and I* Technologies woman CEO. All I found were PR articles referencing the company’s innovative model and a few investor board releases. No interviews. No media appearances. No social profiles.