Novel & Cerita Mr King

It was the one thing she had asked Steven King for when they started working together. She looked around the office, drinking in the sight. His window overlooked the beach, and a tall shelf laden with gold plaques and awards he had been presented with over the years leaned against the wall. There was a single framed picture on the wall. The picture of Steven King and his father. Steven King’s father, Williams King was the only one Marie had ever seen Steven smile at. He was the only one that knew how to make Steven throw back his head in genuine mirth. He was Steven’s hero but Marie didn't care very much for him. Not that she would ever tell Steven why.

His attention waned as the conversation continued, particularly when the topic turned to his cherished love. "Her incapacity to fulfill the duties and responsibilities befitting a queen is evident. We must permit our King to take concubines or wives!" Those words were uttered by Marquess Kriza Cartagenas. The courtiers were oblivious to the subtle nuances of the king's countenance. Gritting his teeth, he engaged in a heated argument with them. Unbeknownst to them, they were inadvertently vexing the sovereign.

Edward returned with a charcuterie board—artisanal cheeses, figs, honey, nuts, and crackers. “Sir Bryan, are you satisfied with the snacks?” Edward asked. “Edward,” Bryan said. “Yes, Sir Bryan?” Edward replied. “I want you to stop calling me sir or Mr. Just call me Bryan.” I immediately spit out my drink as Edward and I said in unison, “What?!” “Sir… Mr. Bryan… I don’t think I can—” Edward stammered. “That’s final. Any further complaints, email me. You’re dismissed,” Bryan said firmly.

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.

“Ten percent? That’s quite significant, Julian. Are we to understand this is a permanent arrangement?” “Yes,” Julian replied smoothly. “Sophia brings fresh strategic insight and proven expertise in brand development. This strengthens our leadership.” “May I know your name Sir?” I asked the gentleman who has just spoken. He seemed quite surprised at my question but he eventually answered. “You can call me Mr. Thompson.” “I would really appreciate it if anyone wishing to talk could briefly introduce themselves first before saying what they have to say. Thank you so much for your understanding.” I said, everyone's facial expression was saying one thing or the other but I couldn’t care less.

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

"Who's Mr King?" "Your father" Oh.

Mr King! Mr King entered his office and sat on his chair like the king he was. There was a knock on his door and the door opened revealing his most trusted partners. His right hand and left hand, they came inside and bowed a little before him. They were in a professional mood hence didn't the usual jokes weren't sent.