Mr King Novels & Stories

Russell stands, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands. "I'm not. She's crazy if she thinks I will move in with that scumbag. Ugg, I need to call dad. He needs to know what's going on. If anyone can stop her, it's him." "Oh, Mr. Julian Adam's he's the sweetest man in the whole world," Kim says as she looks heavenward and sighs. I roll my eyes smiling. I nod and can't help but look toward Russell. He's pensive, pacing towards the balcony with his hands crossed over his chest. Brandon and Kim give each other an exchanged look and clear their throat.

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."

This time, I took a seat beside Damon and Melody sat beside Damon’s mom. We were on opposite sides of each other. The seat at the head of the table was empty, which was Damon's father's spot. Their maid served dinner but we couldn't start until his father arrived. “Why does father always make us wait? Does he think we're in the monarchial system and he's a king?” Damon mumbled. “You aren't far from the truth, I'm a king in my own house, after all.” He was here. I must have been the only one who didn't turn to look in his direction.

Before William could finish his speech, he was interrupted by Catherine's father who yelled their names from the entrance. "Catherine? William? What are you two doing over there? Come on inside!" Mr. McKellen gestured. He turned around and opened the door slightly and yelled to his wife, "Honey! Catherine and William are here." With a grin on his face, he was too happy to notice Catherine and William were quarreling over something. "You better behave!" William whispered to Catherine and then plastered a fake smile on his face he adjusted his suit and pulled her to the house thereby putting up a font.

He seems polite and kind, and with such empathy in his eyes, I’m inclined to step forward and let him lead me away. My plans are ruined when Garth steps forward, nearly knocking me into the wall. “And just who may you be?” His voice is authoritative, as if Mr. Lake is somehow infringing upon something that belongs to him. Mr. Lake is a bit taller than Garth and broader, which is saying something because I’ve never imagined a man could be bigger than Garth. He clears his throat, but his charming disposition doesn’t waiver. “I’m an advisor to the king,” he says with a smile. “And you are?” He lifts a hand, and I imagine him crushing a watermelon in his palm.

I suggested then suddenly remember something, I smiled out. “Anyways, I still have a date with Camille, I have to get that before hating on her, hehe,” I whispered and I could feel Mike shaking his head behind, ‘typically a lover man’ “Sir?” Mike suddenly called and I turned. “There’s no movement until next week due to the campaign of the new president,” Mike suddenly announced and I widened my eyes. “W-what? Fuck!” Mike shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe this is a sign…not to go back to Ms. Camille,” I heard Mike mumbled under his breathe but I heard him.

Dad smiled, and he looked proud. “The more I know him, the more I like him. I have met men with only one company, and they brag about their achievements nonstop. He is a good man,” he said, nodding his head in approval. It makes me think about Brandon. If he had become the CEO, he would have run things down. Thank God he didn’t. Mr King must have worked really hard. “Mr King deserves all the accolades too,” I said. “Of course, he is the real MVP. I am glad his son is married to my daughter,” he said.

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Would you rather I have fucked you?” Mr Stark asked, leaning forward, taunting Kevin. “I’m sorry to break it to you, I don’t fuck whiny bitches,” “Okay that’s enough!” Old Mr Roman’s voice boomed louder, silencing everyone. “Kevin take a walk,” Kevin didn’t pay attention to his father, staring Mr Stark down. “Kevin,” a blink and Kevin was pushing out the doors. “Right, shall we conti-“