Mr King Novels & Stories

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.

Marcus whispered, “He’s the king of your world?” Richard’s breath hitched. The same thought echoing like thunder in both their minds.

The gossiping quietens down even though everyone already knows what the announcements will be. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate and commemorate the life of my and my fated mate’s, Queen Kennedy, son, Prince Maverick. To my unmeasurable sadness we have not been able to retrieve his body yet. We suspect the rogues to have mutilated and hidden his body so that we can not hold a pyre and return his soul to the Moon Goddess,” King Truett’ voice trembles as he visibly fights back tears.

“All of you, please step aside and give me a minute.” I recognized the voice from somewhere. I tried to look around the tall men and failed. There were a few more seconds of silence before the men before me cleared. “I am Kevin Rivera,” he announced. I didn’t need to know who he was. Everyone in the country knew him. His voice was pure ice. Within merely five seconds of speaking to him, I was intimidated. I remembered how Kai described his father and contained a shudder. Still, I forced myself to respond. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. President?” I hoped that I sounded as calm as I was setting out to be.

Each second felt like a hammer hitting a small nail against me. I waited. Board members trickled in. Old men in expensive suits with cold eyes. Some nodded at me. Some ignored me. Some looked at me like I'd already lost. Mr. Mack, the PR Director, walked in. He looked sternly through those skinny glasses. Old. Experienced, they said. One of the most powerful officials in the Kings. I bowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on me. He didn't respond. He just walked toward me, his hand in his pocket. I was drawn aback, but he didn't stop until he reached my side.

This person's brow bone is very high, making his eye sockets sunken, so no matter what expression on his face is, it becomes indescribably wicked even though he looks extremely handsome. Jason quickly whispered to Claude, "CDEA big boss Rondy Yang." Rondy Yang, the boss of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the city as well as the largest entertainment industry in Asia, has a relationship with gangsters. A character who can change white to black, shout rain, and call wind, is called "The Evil Man of the Entertainment World."

Elodie heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “What? How are you here?” She heard him ask. He sounded excited to see her, more excited than she had ever seen him. “I don’t know, I got back into the country and I thought I should see you. We have a lot to talk about” The voice said. What the fuck is going on? Elodie thought to herself, approaching slowly. He was yet to notice her presence. “You… I have missed you so terribly” Henry sighed. Elodie’s eyes widened at his heartfelt admission and before she could make her presence known, she watched Henry draw the woman into the house, wrap his arms around her and kissed her square on the lips

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

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.