Mr King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck him. A loud sneeze broke the silence followed by a string of curse words. Bloody hell. Why did he have to be the one to get everyone else together? Couldn't Miguel take care of everything himself? Despite holding a high rank within their family, it came with far fewer perks than others might've been lead to believe. The only thing that Sinclair was really able to get away with was his attitude. No one dared to challenge the dark-haired man. His towering height was only matched by his equally oversized ego which others did their best to avoid bruising. Everyone except for David.

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.

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 adds, looking at me “I can handle him, I’ve handled men in worse moods, if my imagination of how grumpy Mr. Moore is right.” I chuckled “What would you expect from a King huh? They’re pr*cks, even Preston’s heir.” He rolls his eyes in annoyance “You’ve met Ma- Mr. King before?” I asked, trying to not sound too curious about how he met my former boss and ex boyfriend.

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

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

Amanda responded “He said Mr Kings, hmmm, yes, Killian Kings” she said as she suddenly remember the name her father mentioned earlier “That name sounds familiar, but I can't…….. Oh wait, that is the owner of the Kings empire, he's a multi billionaire at 33, no pictures of him on the internet, but they did describe him as hot, sexy handsome and…....” Amanda paused, making Adele nervous and more interested.. “And what? Is he married, a mafia or what?” she asked eagerly. But she got no response as Amanda kept staring at her phone.

The man peered outside to look for master. Master? Who on earth was called master? In this day and age? “He’ll be here shortly.” The man nodded and ushered us to a well lit table, almost at the center where music was medium. I looked at the faces seated at the table. These people most likely shat gold. I held back a snicker. He held us a menu and Josh told him to return in a few minutes. “Who’s master?” I took a sip of my water. “Kol.” I coughed up my water as it went down the wrong pipe. Josh gave me a sly look and handed me a serviette.

He stopped. I patiently waited for him to continue but he wasn't continuing. Damn... speak up man!! "So what??" I asked in an impatient voice. He turned towards the other people inside the room and gave a nod to them and they all left within a second. Leaving me and Mr mafia king all alone. And he continued. "In the business world nobody knows me as King, for them I'm just Harold Kingston, that's it." He gave a pause for his words as he pursed his lips together for a while and then continued.

Even Thea screamed along with them. She didn’t even look my way. Didn’t ask how I’d managed to convince him. I stood there silently, watching as Mr. Ashford stepped fully into his role, commanding the rink with nothing but his presence. His muscles were obvious even beneath the casual clothes he wore, and I sensed that some of the players had stopped just to stare at him too. Given how the ladies were screaming for him as if they had never seen a man before, I wondered what was so special about him or why they were reacting that way.