Mr King Novels & Stories

Ben's father never talked to me in such a gentle tone but for very first time he gently talked to me with his eyes constantly looking at the floor and said, " Mam Linda! I am really sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I have realised my mistake. Please ask Mister Brent not to acquire our business and to forgive us this once. I started to understand what Mr Brent said to me in the morning but the one thing that I still didn't get was how Brent, a neurosurgeon could affect such a huge company in such a short period of time. Ben's father told me that Mr Brent was the owner of a huge billionaire company in foreign and he became a neurosurgeon just because of

“No, you know it's not about that, your work is immaculate, I have no complaint about it.” “Well then, Mr. Sanders.” I said standing up and grabbing my bag “If you’ll excuse me, I must go.” “Damn it!” He exclaimed hitting the desk before getting up and reaching my way “Mark! My name is Mark! Use it!” “But, that wouldn´t be professional, sir...” “Fuck professionalism! When you opened your legs and I buried myself in you, it wasn’t professional!”

Bryce said and walked away. Roy enjoyed satisfying his boss's thirst the most and he could tell Bryce wanted this chairman Charles to be ridiculed. He was just the perfect person to help him carry out such a task. He smirked and that same proud smirk lingered on Bryce's face as he left earlier, because his assistant is one good actor and a crazy man at heart. Goodluck to chairman Charles's dignity.

Mrs Kings said with the coldest from of formality. "Can this be the young man who get so many letters?" Mr Kings teased. 'We are pleased to meet you, my boy.' He was just a little bit shorter than his wife and was casually dressed in grey flannel trousers and a white shirt. He looked about fifty-five and had a pleasant personality. He was not pot-bellied like most Nigerian rich men, but he was growing bald. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet Ross, and started filling his pipe as he greeted him. He could see that his wife was not pleased with Joanne's choice of a boyfriend. He recognized that chilly smile and the tone of her choice for How do you do.' Joanne w

Now, back to the current situation, After the chanting, the MC hush the crowd and continued, "NOW WE SHALL PRESENT OUR KING TO SPEAK OF HIS GRACE!!! I PRESENT... MR.MIKAEL LENOX!! THE CRAZY PHANTOM!!!" As all eyes directed to him, he stood up to show himself, the man sitting beside Mark stood up. It indeed was Mikael. Seeing him stood up as the light above him beams toward his figure I feel my body heats up and my heartbeats grow loud as if it's right beside my ear. Ugh. I can't argue about how he got good looks and a cool vibe but I swear to God, his smile is so adorable, even tho it's more like a smirk than a smile. But even with this, I will still kill him after this all ends right? Will

He positioned his hands behind his back, as he said, “Chief Kelvin, there's something I must report to you” Kelvin paused. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Ray. He asked, “Is it about the assignment I gave to you? Did you find something fishy about Mr Brooks? What caused his rapid influence on society? Did you also discover how his company was able to make him extremely rich? I know that Mr Brooks is a rich man, but I don't believe that his company made him that rich”.

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.

His blue eyes settled on the guests, especially on Silence. Silence felt his heart warm up instantly, his gaze not leaving the figure. “That must be Mr. King's first son. Dylan King… the one who recently became the president of the King's Entertainment Industry,” Zade whispered to Rosa. “Damn… he’s a copy of Cassius King.” "You sure know a lot about the family." Rosa muttered. "I'm a big fan," Zade grinned. Dylan approached them, his gaze locked with Silence. He stopped to stand beside his father.

Lady Anastasia waited nervously for the man to appear. She wondered if she made a mistake by agreeing to help this dangerous man. She had heard of Mr King's reputation from her father's conversation with his friends not long ago. Mr King hailed from the north and had recently made a name for himself in the mining industry. He's known to be ruthless and connected to the underground world, basically indulging in many illegal activities.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.