Mr King Novels & Stories

Hart showed no emotion in response to my outburst, while Darcus maintained a stony demeanor. "Your Highness, this is a secure location where I can disclose the truth about our past lives, as well as the future threats that involve Mr. Miller, Your Majesty, and my daughter Ella," Mr. Hart explained, his voice steady and resolute. "I would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself properly to you, Your Highness. My full name is Merwin Hart, and I served as a royal Knight to your father, the King of Davis. I was appointed as your guard from the moment you were born," Mr. Hart revealed, leaving me numb.

"There it is! The son of Mr. Marcos Eastwood, the sole heir and the celebrant, Mr. Marcus Eastwood!" Everyone stood up and clapped as he walk towards the center. The presence he exudes was enough to give a high impression, the businessmen and women admires his temperament, the young masters in his age envies his power, while the young ladies dreams to curry his favor and be in his side. He was simply a God in everyone's eyes, and he proved it as he sat on the king like chair for him at the middle. Only few media personnels got the chance to create a live coverage but it actually gained huge audience in the internet.

“The big announcement we have this morning for the citizens of our great country is to announce the coronation of the New king, who is my son, Prince Richard Amaan and the inauguration of the new cabinet members who will be headed by my other Son, Aslam Amaan in the next three days. We hope you give us your blessings” Father stood up from the hot seat and made his way into his office. The reporters were still following him, trying to get his attention one way or the other while I find a way to get away unnoticed. “Father” I called out once I entered his office. I saw someone who looked just like me- the younger version of me, standing beside the window. “Richard, you’re here. Since the two o

“Then, I believe you deserve my praise.” “Thanks, Mr. Rohan, ” I said, my cheeks heating up. See?! See?! This man has taste! Not like the president here who keeps on criticizing my work! “Please, just Rohan. Or you can just call me Guru if you like, ” he stated to me. I simply chuckled. “Rohan suits just fine. Thanks.” “And as for Mr. Stiff here, ” he patted the president’s shoulder again and said, “you can just call him Erik or...” he suddenly contemplated on something and watched the ceiling briefly, “Honey if you like.”

He is respected and looked up to. David had a large land. Here he built his big mansion. Inside his big mansion, the things that can be seen are simple. He does not have a large collection of expensive things. Except for the paintings of his wife that can be seen plastered on each side of the walls of his house. Every item in his house he just bought for cheap. It is still more important to David to expand his business than to waste his money on useless things or other things. If he spends the money he has earned in so many businesses. He prefers to spend it on the people he has supported since he started doing business. David is also a helpful person. It supports many charities.

The Boss always kept his favorite toy nearby. "Keith, repeat that again for me." The command came in a dangerously low tone. With each passing second, the evening only seemed to get worse. The mafia boss hadn't even gotten to dinner yet. Perhaps tonight would be the night to skip dinner and move straight to drinks. The blonde didn't so much as blink as he stood stiffly in front of his Boss, sweat prickled on the back of his neck as he fought to maintain eye contact with the mafia boss.

The man peered outside to look for master. Master? Who on earth was called master? In this day and age? “He’ll be here shortly.” The man nodded and ushered us to a well lit table, almost at the center where music was medium. I looked at the faces seated at the table. These people most likely shat gold. I held back a snicker. He held us a menu and Josh told him to return in a few minutes. “Who’s master?” I took a sip of my water. “Kol.” I coughed up my water as it went down the wrong pipe. Josh gave me a sly look and handed me a serviette.

May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good. He smiles down at me with sparkles in his eyes " What song is this ?" I ask " what ?you don't know Ben E King " No I don't remember I was not born in the 1920s I laugh " he plays hit offended "Brat I will have you it's a greatest song my parents played this song when they married " he whispers in my ear his hand slides more down just on top of my ass while his other one is holding my hand.

He had broad shoulders and wouldn't be exempted from the good-looking list. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." He spoke with a warm inflection. "My name is Rick, and I'm the King's beta." Obviously. That explains why he looked so manly like a sentinel. "I want to congratulate you, first of all, for making it to the pack team. This is no small achievement, and your service to the pack will greatly be awarded. "The King will be here soon. He's in need of a personal assistant and one of you here might just be the lucky one."

The announcer at the front of the doors was announcing each family as they passed by. "I give you House Moretti, My Lord." Lord Alessandro walked up to the throne and bowed deeply. The King nodded in approval and spoke out. "It is good to see you Alessandro, Welcome back to The Society." Lord Alessandro did not say anything, he just bowed once more and moved off to the side to allow the remainder of his family to show their respects. The Moretti family followed in suite and did the same thing bowing and curtsying.