Mr King Novels & Stories

Georgia and I said in unison. “You had a best friend?” Mark asked as he looked at Mr. King in disbelief. Mark has gone out of his way countless times to make Mr. King, an approachable man, and a partner. But finding out he had a best friend abroad the whole time was a game-changer for him. He felt all his hard work was in vain as Mr. King kept smiling without being forced to and that is the strangest thing any of us would see him do since we have all been with him.

she walked out and came back inside with Dad, an advanced man, a young boy who had a little resemblance to my Diana, and another middle-aged man. “You must be Leonard.” the advanced man said, and I nodded. “I’m Charles King of the United Kingdom, that’s my son Prince Derrick, and my personal assistant Ben.” Charles introduces. “Nice to meet you. Can you tell me the reason for your visit?” I asked, going straight to the point.

His attention waned as the conversation continued, particularly when the topic turned to his cherished love. "Her incapacity to fulfill the duties and responsibilities befitting a queen is evident. We must permit our King to take concubines or wives!" Those words were uttered by Marquess Kriza Cartagenas. The courtiers were oblivious to the subtle nuances of the king's countenance. Gritting his teeth, he engaged in a heated argument with them. Unbeknownst to them, they were inadvertently vexing the sovereign.

I guess it’s true that a king doesn’t need to announce his presence. His aura and demeanor is enough to make his presence know and felt. I just wish I could walk over to him, hold him in a tight embrace, console him and just reassure him that everything will get better. On his right sits his mother, Rina Ian formerly Williams. For a while, long back, she used to be Mr. Marcus Ian’s mistress.

“Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.” --- “This is what our daughter has been learning from you! If you were not that ambitious in the first place, she wouldn’t be that greedy, too.” My father’s voice woke me up. Each room in our grandparents’ house has always been ajar, so everyone can get to hear each other’s conversations.

"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."

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."

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.

I asked, already pleading for him to stop. He let out a deadpan smile and gulped down. I could see his hiccups dance as he swallowed hard. "Well, I'm just doing the basic etiquette. I'm only doing the necessity," he answered. Just then, Mr. Luke walked in wearing the VIP section uniform. "Excuse me, Mr. Zayn. You called me. I hope you're not facing any problem with our service?" He asked frantically. "Your services are good as usual," He said, sipping from his wine cup before continuing.

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.