Mr King Novels & Stories

Mrs kings states. “On the contrary….I do approve, and I am not in support of this whole stressful cooking episode so speak for yourself only” Mr kings speaks up. “Now you guys are making me feel like I am the problem…….that’s nice” she says pushing her food away. “I will do the cooking” I agree even though it is not coming from my heart. “You will do it?” Brian questions and I nod.

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

'Definitely not you, Dickhead. He dropped his legs on the tiled floor, and rested his elbows on the desk, fingers crossed, "Are you disappointed, Ms Avery Sallow?" Her heart skipped; he knew her name. As though on instinct, she glanced over his shoulder and saw the bill board advertising Michael King. They looked so much alike, only that the Michael King everybody was familiar with sported a smooth beard. The Michael King sitting across the table from her was clean shaven, with his hair styled differently, though permed.

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."

He greeted Hazel, taking her hand softly and kissing the back of her palm lightly. Hazel smiled as she greeted him. "Good evening." "I am Marrock" he introduced himself, "the King's beta. I have served the King for over sixty years." He grinned proudly. Hazel furrowed her brows ever so lightly, she did not know what a beta does, but she knew sixty years is a pretty long time, and this man barely looked well into his fifties. "Wow, that's at least thrice the amount of time I have lived." She chucked lightly. "I am Hazel."

"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.

tweeted King Richard Orlando meaningfully again. “Yes, just a little bit more, King Richard... I’ll step on his head... I’ll tear that shit irritating and annoying prince’s pride as well as dignity being a prince... I’ll tread his pride and dignity till the deepest part of the ground... Hihihi... Hihihi...” Mr. Serpent Win Mara giggled queerly hellishly and viciously.

Mr King had a lot of things hidden in different safes in his room. A lot of secrets he is hiding which has prompted him to have CCTV cameras around his personal room. He had wanted it all over the house but Mrs King never allowed it. She felt it was not necessary so she never agreed to it and again, it would look like she is being watched always by her cunning husband. Standing in the middle of the room, Kristen cringed. Mr King's room looked like some sort of shrine, something you can see in west Africa. She wondered if her mother ever made it to this room.

Renee flushed, but Danica quickly judged, saying, “Oh, please. It can’t be them -” “Let’s all express our thanks to Mr. Anthony King, the Chairman of the King’s Enterprises of Halliport!” The mayor declared before motioning to Renee and Anthony. “And with him is his wife, a former resident of Hinesville and a friend of Alice, Renee King!” “Oh, my fucking god!” Sarah exclaimed with her eyeballs popping. “See!” Jana screamed. “I told you he looks like a fucking millionaire.” “Well, he isn’t a millionaire though. He is a billionaire!” Liza added. “That means -”

"And how would you know that? No one knows the identity of Mr King, he's like a mystery." "That's because I'm Mr King."