ประธาน Novels & Stories

I say with a smile. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask Carter. He knows what I mean. “Everything I want is standing in front of me; I am sure,” he replies as he holds out his arm. I wrap my hand around his muscular arm, and we move to the top of the staircase. My father looks up smiling, clearing his throat, “Please allow me to present the future King and Queen of our Kingdom, Alpha Carter and Princess Elizabeth,” he says loudly.

Chapter 36 Kevin Jacobs POV Hey, I am Kevin Jacobs, the eldest of four children, first born child of Lana and Harry Jacobs... I am 35 years old... Youngest man to ever be President in America... It is a title of which I am proud. I have two brothers and a sister, I am closest to Kyler, we have a lot more in common than the other’s do, but I never see my family since I stay in Washington, and they stay in LA.

That was when he actually knew that Maria was more supportive of Philip than him. He looked at his desk and saw a letter written by his mother. She had told him to take on the position of the president while Philip would return back to his position as the CEO. Henry smiled as he looked outside his office window. At least she finally recognized his leadership ability. That was an achievement for him but he also made it clear to her that he wasn't going to take any orders from her. Before he could turn back to his seat, there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

Herbert replied in astonishment. Mr. Herbert Marcello, the president overseeing the Organization. He was looking to be in his mid-sixties and was considered the most powerful on the planet. He wore a dark grey Armani Suit and bored the appearance of a top executive. Gey hair and wrinkled face show his age, donning a clean-shaven Asian face.

He doesn’t hurt people. “You must be Kyle Larson” I was surprised when someone suddenly appeared beside me. An elderly man with a scar on his cheek. “Who are you?” Sudden question. He laughed. “I am Pablo Herrera Dela Torre, he is my son Paul Herrera Dela Torre” I looked at what he pointed out and I was surprised, there was someone behind me. “Hi” he said. It looks like Tito and and this man named Paul are the same age. “Thank you for your help Kyle” Pablo tapped my shoulder.

Some woman spat out in disdain, and threw her an unfriendly look before continuing her jog down the lawn. Sheila threw the lady a glare. "Stupid elite, mph!" She walked over the next Street towards the hawker. On the front page of the newspaper was the hot topic written in bold, ICELANDERS HOPE FOR A NEW PRESIDENT OF THE ELITES. Her eyes traveled to the picture under the headline, and she spotted three men dressed in costly suits. She recognised the two old men as the current president of Iceland, Mr. Hebrith Montero, and Donne Spielberg, the prime minister. In the centre of these two old men stood Charles Spielberg smiling.

The King stood up, “Jidenaya. I will like to have a word with you and your father.” "Yes, your highness," Maduka said and shared a confusing look with his son.

“I hate to put a dampener on things but do you realise that marrying Nova means you are going to be a Prince of the realm. You can’t be both” “We have that in hand as well” I tell them. “Leo has a cousin, Reeva’s brother Derick and he is the future pack Beta, but he has been wit Leo since he was a child and has learnt almost all the same things he has. We think he would make an excellent alpha. He may not have the birth right but he can be accepted if the kings of the realm approve the transfer of power. Correct?” “Done” says Luthor with a wink. “You can’t just say ‘done’.” Says Alex exasperated. “There is a process. But he will pass it I am sure”

Aiden muttered. "Mr... Pre...sident?"