Good Morning Chief Novels & Stories

He approached her. “The Chief’s wife,” he called her. She looked at him, “I’m your mother, Chovu.” she smiled. “Before that, you’re the Chief’s wife,” he said and laughed. “How are you feeling today?” “I’m fine, how are you my son?” “I’m fine too. Apparently, I seem to be the only man awake in this place. Mapulanga knows what time we are supposed to be going to the field and he’s still sleeping.”

"Too late." "I need a word with your Chief” he said facing Leah

I gave my personal guard permission to speak. "Master, your chief is missing," he reported. His words sounded off, "My chief?" He nodded in affirmation. "Yes master."

Suddenly, goosebumps broke out all over the chief, and he felt a shiver running down his spine. With a big smile, he turned to see the Bulls glaring at him, and he struggled to keep grinning as he thought, 'Why are they everywhere this idiot is?' "General, Lieutenant General, Sir Avan, Good evening, how come you all are here?" Chief Rasch asked, ignoring the Bulls' glares as he continued smiling like an idiot. "There's this beautiful thing called, 'Mind your business,' It would help you a lot if you use it," Avan growled with a slight grin.

There was a pause, and Annalise found herself holding her breath. “‘Yes. Hamilton checks out every box. He seems as solid as you said he was. I’ll talk to him if nothing else.’” She did a double-fist pump and dropped her bag on the floor by her desk. “‘Have his people call my people,’” John said airily. “I am ‘his’ people,” Annalise said laughing. “Or at least I will be.” “‘Good, baby,’” John added. “‘I’ll see you on Saturday?’”

His face was flushed, and his hands fumbled to straighten his badge as he hurried forward. “Mr. Black!” The chief greeted, his voice laced with equal parts respect and fear. “We—uh, I wasn’t aware you’d be visiting today.” Easton’s stormy gaze turned to him as he took a step closer, “Coming here this late wasn’t part of my plans too chief. So imagine how upset I am right now.” “Oh my. What happened? Did someone uh, cause any trouble? Please do tell me and I’ll get to the bottom of it right away!” The Chief laughed nervously.

What would have been of me if they decided not to protect me? They could get good money for telling any news house who I am, but they are not considering that. I find myself smiling as I walk on, and that's when I almost bump into Chief Baron. “G– Good morning, sir.” I greet you. “Nurse Naya, don't tell me good morning, because there is absolutely nothing good about the damn morning! Why haven't you put on your uniform yet? Why aren't you dressing wounds?! Do you want me to give you the hardest job to punish you for running one minute late!” He barks at me.

They placed the breakfast tray on the table in front of Grandma Sofi and sat beside her with cheerful smiles. "Good morning, Grandma! We've prepared breakfast for you," said Lisa, kissing her grandmother's cheek. Grandma Sofi smiled. "Thank you, dear. The breakfast looks delicious." Devan added, "We thought we'd serve your favorite foods: the pastries you like and a glass of fresh orange juice." Grandma Sofi felt so grateful to have a family that was so attentive to her. She reached out and held Lisa and Devan's hands in hers, gazing at them with affection.

The Chief greeted the moment he saw me. I nodded in response. "Here," he led the way, without me telling him what I had come for. The moment my driver saw me, he bowed his head. "You have five minutes; after that, I would love to see you," the chief announced before walking away. "Look at me," I whispered. Slowly he raised his head and stared at me. His eyes were so red, he had been crying for hours. "How is Maggie?" I asked My question seemed weird to him. He was probably expecting something else.

“That’s it. We’re putting a lock on this door. A real one. And I’m sleeping in here with you from now on.” “The couch isn’t big enough—” “I don’t care. I’m not letting that woman near Ethan unsupervised.” A knock at the door made us both freeze. “It’s Margaret,” came the imperious voice. “Open the door.” Clara unlocked it. Margaret swept in, already dressed and composed despite the early hour. “Family breakfast in thirty minutes. You’ll attend.” “I’m not hungry.” “It wasn’t a request. Adrian has something to discuss with everyone. Including you.” Her gaze swept over me, taking in my exhaustion, my wrinkled clothes. “Make yourself presentable. First impressions matter, even at breakfast.”