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.

I am relieved when Simon makes an appearance. “The table looks so lovely M, I love what you have done with it. Maybe we should entertain more if I get to see how talented you are.” "Yes, I can see your house keeper is a man of many talents," Mr douche chimes in with false sincerity. Simon looks at him with a strange expression, and I can see his jaw harden. "Marcus is more than my House keeper he is also my friend and my…and ..and someone very special to me," he finishes softly, taking my hands in his. This man ..he really knows how to wreck me. I squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how grateful I am. I get up to bring the food to the table and tune out their shop talk as I plate the food.

"King, this is your sister's father. Paul Kinninsky—my ex husband." King looked up at me, his forehead creased. He looked at Paul again. "Hi," King said politely.

"You can't stop him. No one can." "Who is he?" I asked again. "Give me a name." She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. "Raphael King." I felt the words hit me like a physical blow. Felt the air leave my lungs. Felt the world tilt on its axis. Raphael King. Marcus's uncle. The man who had contributed in raising him and who had retired to live a simple life in the mountains. The man who had attended every pack gathering, smiled at everyone, nodded at everything, and never said an unkind word about anyone.

“It would seem Mr. MacGregor. . .” “Hmm. Surely, he must have heard of the merge and figured he’d be off his high horse soon enough,” Alden King cut in with an air of nonchalance, but Ivette knew her father. He was rattled. Disturbed by the sudden appearance of this man. It was indeed a sight to see, for nothing rattled Alden King.

Then, a low, cold laugh rumbled deep in his broad chest. The sound was dark, sharp, and dripping with disbelief. "A meaningless one-night stand?" Alexander repeated, tilting his head as an amused, dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really are something else, Miss Sterling. Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" "I know exactly who you are, Mr. King," I answered calmly. "You are Alexander King. You own shipping lines, investment banks, and half the real estate in this city. People spend months begging your secretaries just to get a five-minute phone call with you."

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.

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-“

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.

“Oh! My God!” He exclaimed, and stood up immediately. He walked briskly to the stage, and collected the Mic from the MC. Likewise, he looked at the thrilled audience, and smiled broadly as usual. Then, his beautiful set of teeth were revealed, and his handsome face beamed. At that point, he faced King Raphael Churchill VII, and kowtowed, before he greeted, “Long Live, my King.” Although, the King was sad about the strange proposal, but he cheered up, and stretched his gold ring to him, “You may rise, son,” he said happily.