Mr King 소설 & 이야기

The gossiping quietens down even though everyone already knows what the announcements will be. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate and commemorate the life of my and my fated mate’s, Queen Kennedy, son, Prince Maverick. To my unmeasurable sadness we have not been able to retrieve his body yet. We suspect the rogues to have mutilated and hidden his body so that we can not hold a pyre and return his soul to the Moon Goddess,” King Truett’ voice trembles as he visibly fights back tears.

“All of you, please step aside and give me a minute.” I recognized the voice from somewhere. I tried to look around the tall men and failed. There were a few more seconds of silence before the men before me cleared. “I am Kevin Rivera,” he announced. I didn’t need to know who he was. Everyone in the country knew him. His voice was pure ice. Within merely five seconds of speaking to him, I was intimidated. I remembered how Kai described his father and contained a shudder. Still, I forced myself to respond. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. President?” I hoped that I sounded as calm as I was setting out to be.

As soon he saw RK, he greeted him. After that everyone inside the room stop doing what they were doing and called him "Mr. Kingston." But no one dare to call him by his name as that man did. The man, James Miller, come over and put his arm around RK's shoulder, and said, "RK come, sit here! We haven't seen each other for so long. It was hard to meet you than meeting a King!" "That's right! Mr. RK, we are looking for you many times. It was hard for to friends get together. Today you are not allowed to leave early!" The speaker was the other person sitting on the sofa.

Each second felt like a hammer hitting a small nail against me. I waited. Board members trickled in. Old men in expensive suits with cold eyes. Some nodded at me. Some ignored me. Some looked at me like I'd already lost. Mr. Mack, the PR Director, walked in. He looked sternly through those skinny glasses. Old. Experienced, they said. One of the most powerful officials in the Kings. I bowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on me. He didn't respond. He just walked toward me, his hand in his pocket. I was drawn aback, but he didn't stop until he reached my side.

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.

Elodie heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “What? How are you here?” She heard him ask. He sounded excited to see her, more excited than she had ever seen him. “I don’t know, I got back into the country and I thought I should see you. We have a lot to talk about” The voice said. What the fuck is going on? Elodie thought to herself, approaching slowly. He was yet to notice her presence. “You… I have missed you so terribly” Henry sighed. Elodie’s eyes widened at his heartfelt admission and before she could make her presence known, she watched Henry draw the woman into the house, wrap his arms around her and kissed her square on the lips

“Oh, do call me Claire.” I liked Jarrett. He was so friendly and welcoming. He looked like he was in his seventies, he is a portly man with dark hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head. Whenever he said something he thought was funny, he’d wrap his French mustache around his index finger.

He curtly nodded at her and introduced himself , "Your highness! In this temporary world, I go with the name Marcus . Well to be more accurate, prince Marcus, the youngest son of King Atticus and brother of your husband. Father told me about you . Pardon me, I was not able to welcome you in the palace as I had my music practice. By the way, could you please tell me your name again. I have a bit if trouble in pronouncing it. " Ritha just smiled at his way of introduction and politely spoke ,"in this temporary world, I go with the name Ritha. Well , to be more accurate, Rithambara, daughter of Maharaj Vikram Singh Rajput and wife of your brother ." Marcus laughed heartily and said, "well, my l

Hart showed no emotion in response to my outburst, while Darcus maintained a stony demeanor. "Your Highness, this is a secure location where I can disclose the truth about our past lives, as well as the future threats that involve Mr. Miller, Your Majesty, and my daughter Ella," Mr. Hart explained, his voice steady and resolute. "I would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself properly to you, Your Highness. My full name is Merwin Hart, and I served as a royal Knight to your father, the King of Davis. I was appointed as your guard from the moment you were born," Mr. Hart revealed, leaving me numb.