Mr King Novels & Stories

Some guards rushed in their direction to stop and interrogate them but they remained surprised when they saw that it was his majesty with the chancellor . " We , humble knights , pay respect to his majesty and the Chancellor ! " said the guards . King Damien looked around and saw marquess Kiran looking at the files on his desk . " Marquess Kiran ! " said king Damien . " Later , I am busy . " said Kiran without even looking at the person in front of him . " Since when are you busier than the king ? " said king Damien with a smirk .

This man carried an undeniable presence. His bearing radiated authority, and his physique was unmistakably that of a seasoned military officer. The Taylors exchanged uneasy glances. Jonah, however, remained calm, his gaze steady as the man approached. Without hesitation, the stranger lowered his head in reverence before the crowd. Then, dropping to one knee, he declared, "I am Dexter McGrath, head of security for the royal family. It is an honor to meet you, Prince Jonah."

"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."

The room erupted into a thunderous standing ovation, and Axel smiled with genuine warmth and gratitude. They were all stunned. They had no idea the CEO of A.A Entertainment would be so young and promising. They'd expected an old man behind the scenes. This was a shocker for all of them, and the Internet was on fire. When it was time for questions, Laura quickly stood to her feet. “Mr. A, or should I call you, Mr. Axel, you go by the surname King. It is quite a unique surname, and also happens to be the name of Boston's most powerful and richest man. Kevin King, CEO of King Global. By chance, are you related to him? Or is that just a coincidence?” she asked and reporters began whispering amon

“We’re having a ball in your honor this evening.” North’s stomach she jolted with nerves, but she somehow managed to force a smile. “That sounds just lovely. Thank you, Your Highness.” She moved aside with Kriss as the others bent on one knee before the king and queen—except Marek. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and inclined his head, but made no further signs of subservience. Surely that was because he was a prince on the other side of their world, not because he was deliberately slighting them. She hoped, not wanting that drama on top of what was already happening around her.

“Oh, do call me Claire.” I liked Jarrett. He was so friendly and welcoming. He looked like he was in his seventies, he is a portly man with dark hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head. Whenever he said something he thought was funny, he’d wrap his French mustache around his index finger.

Justus couldn't contain his happiness after seeing his uncle and wanted to share all the details with him. Ritha heard a manly laugh. Keeping down the silver plate, she looked up to see a man with same blue eyes as prince Augustus. He curtly nodded at her and introduced himself , "Your highness! In this temporary world, I go with the name Marcus . Well to be more accurate, prince Marcus, the youngest son of King Atticus and brother of your husband. Father told me about you . Pardon me, I was not able to welcome you in the palace as I had my music practice. By the way, could you please tell me your name again. I have a bit if trouble in pronouncing it. "

It was the one thing she had asked Steven King for when they started working together. She looked around the office, drinking in the sight. His window overlooked the beach, and a tall shelf laden with gold plaques and awards he had been presented with over the years leaned against the wall. There was a single framed picture on the wall. The picture of Steven King and his father. Steven King’s father, Williams King was the only one Marie had ever seen Steven smile at. He was the only one that knew how to make Steven throw back his head in genuine mirth. He was Steven’s hero but Marie didn't care very much for him. Not that she would ever tell Steven why.

Horacio said, bowing deeply. Horacio continued to bow, his movements becoming more exaggerated with each passing moment. His majesty's expression grew increasingly frustrated, his eyes narrowing into slits as he watched the man before him. He released his grip on his attendant, but his knuckles remained tightly bound as he settled back into his seat. He took a seat in the chair, his face betraying no emotion, and placed his hands gently on the polished surface of the office table. The King was not one to flaunt his regal status, preferring instead to keep his crown and throne out of the public eye. However, those who dared to challenge his authority would do well to remember that the King wa

Edward returned with a charcuterie board—artisanal cheeses, figs, honey, nuts, and crackers. “Sir Bryan, are you satisfied with the snacks?” Edward asked. “Edward,” Bryan said. “Yes, Sir Bryan?” Edward replied. “I want you to stop calling me sir or Mr. Just call me Bryan.” I immediately spit out my drink as Edward and I said in unison, “What?!” “Sir… Mr. Bryan… I don’t think I can—” Edward stammered. “That’s final. Any further complaints, email me. You’re dismissed,” Bryan said firmly.