Mr King の小説・ストーリー

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.

“What is this for? What do I need multiple keys for?” Her eyes caught with a tag on the key. She read it out. “Key 29. Miller luxurious condominium”. She turned her gaze to the delivery man, puzzled. “What does this mean? Isn't this a key to a building? Are you sure you know who exactly you're told to deliver this to?” Amelia interrogated him. The delivery man answered. “Yes, ma'am. Miller condominium is a luxuriously furnished building. It's just a perk from President Miller. You have nothing to worry about, it has been lavishly furnished. You deserve it, Miss Amelia.”

Rani said. “Ok, why did you look shocked when I introduced myself as P.A?” “Do you know anything about this office? Or read any news about our Boss? ” she asked. I shook my head and said, “I don’t even know his name.” She chuckled and said, “His name is Mr.Stone.” “Oh! Is the company named after him? ” I asked her. “Nope. It is not his real name. ” She replied. “Then is he named like that after his company? ” I asked her confused.

“Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.” --- “This is what our daughter has been learning from you! If you were not that ambitious in the first place, she wouldn’t be that greedy, too.” My father’s voice woke me up. Each room in our grandparents’ house has always been ajar, so everyone can get to hear each other’s conversations.

Meirs, the person who can make my blood boil in seconds. Damon King. Rude Jerk. He treats girls like used tissue. He insults them with each and every chance he gets. An arrogant male dominated person. Being nothing but an awful douche, girls never stopped falling for his charms. He was too attractive for his own good. He was a guy not only blessed with the best looks but grades. He was the university topper when he practiced his med degree. Now he is pursuing cardiology.

I had found happiness in my life after a long time, and I wouldn’t let something as petty as this destroy what I had with my mate. But I noticed that Clinton's expression had darkened again. He was glaring at Alpha Kael, who seemed to be glaring right back at him. But what I didn’t understand was why he was allowing this. He was the fucking King here, yet he was letting this happen despite the fact that the fucker was disrespecting him. “Please, Ruby, can you go back to our room and let me handle things here?” he pleaded with me, but I was already shaking my head.

The other guy spoke, grabbing my attention. "Hello doc.I'm Jackson King.Thanks for helping my friend.We are grateful for your kindness.Well, I have already paid the hospital bills. If anything more is needed, then just tell me." "Yes I will" I gave him a polite smile and left the place since that guy named Lorenzo was staring at me the whole time, making me nervous.

she walked out and came back inside with Dad, an advanced man, a young boy who had a little resemblance to my Diana, and another middle-aged man. “You must be Leonard.” the advanced man said, and I nodded. “I’m Charles King of the United Kingdom, that’s my son Prince Derrick, and my personal assistant Ben.” Charles introduces. “Nice to meet you. Can you tell me the reason for your visit?” I asked, going straight to the point.

Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy. The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates. “Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue. Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.” Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.

“Roman Blackburn.” “How do you like the master's gift?” Edward Kim's voice chuckled in my ear.