Good Morning Handsome King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do we have to? You look so beautiful here, like this. I have everything I could possibly want." I giggle, "You and I still have a kingdom to rule over." I say, playing with his hair. "Ah..." He says, almost as if he had completely forgotten he's a king. "All right then, up I go." He says slowing but dramatically getting up. He turns to me and offers his hand. I laugh, taking his hand in mine and standing up.

They loved each other. "My Lord, I should be going. Tommorow is a new day,I will have to wake up very early in the morning." The King offered Jordan a hug before he could depart from him. prot

King's voice. Andrea When the third call came, I hurriedly stood up, my eyes looking everywhere but to the tall, handsome man who stood in front of me. "Good morning, Mr. King." I greeted trying so hard to look as calm as ever. "You don't expect to be paid after sleeping on duty right?" His deep voice boomed again and I could feel my body betraying me. "Pardon?" I know that was a dumb to say what I did but that was the only thing I could thing of.

“Dillon’s told me lots about you… all good stuff, I assure you.” She glanced at his numerous tattoos, then looked up at him again. “Dillon’s said some good stuff about you too.” “Yeah?” “Uh-huh. Something about a big raise soon? For being such a model employee?” Jax stared at her, then laughed. “Yeah, right.” King stepped forward now, and took her hand carefully, not squeezing too hard, not wanting his large silver rings to hurt her. “I'm King. How you doing, hon? After last night?”

The world returns all at once. Sound rushes back. Movement resumes. The moment shatters—but something of it lingers, just beneath the surface. She steps closer. Closer. I rise without thinking. “This is Kiana,” the king says, his voice steady, proud. Kiana. The name settles somewhere deep. I bow my head slightly, reaching for her hand. Her fingers are warm when they meet mine. Soft. Steady. I lift her hand slowly—and press my lips against it. A simple gesture. A formal one. But I do not pull away immediately.

I turned my head, and I found him watching me. His golden eyes were soft, softer than I had ever seen them, and there was no hardness in them, no coldness, and no mask. He was just looking at me, with his face relaxed, his lips parted, and his dark hair messy on the pillow. "Good morning," he said. His voice was low and rough from sleep, and there was nothing extraordinary about the words themselves. They were ordinary and simple and exactly what anyone might say to someone waking up beside them. But coming from him, from a king who had spent three hundred years learning how to be cruel, and from a monster who had never let anyone close enough to say good morning to, they were the most preci

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

A hand from Baron reaching down caused such a rush of adrenaline through me, taking his hand where those electric sparks filled my arm in an instant, I hold the bottom of my dress and begin to climb those three steps turning to stand before him looking out into the crowd of people watching us with smiles on their faces. “It is an honour and a privilege for me to introduce for the first time, His Majesty Alpha King Baron Throne and his mate Her Majesty Luna Queen Erin Hayes!” The man in the suit cheered where loud shouts of long live the King and Queen begin to ripple through the crowd and in that moment, the same feeling that was described to me before rushed through me, each person in the K

He said and I smiled softly. "I'm sorry for everything I've done--" "Shh---let bygones be bygones okay", he said before ruffling my hair, I was about to smile but scowled when I noticed the the king was looking at us. Well isnt he too nosy for a king? 'Well I like him, he's handsome' Ashley said and I rolled my eyes. "Well you will fall in love with every handsome man you meet because we don't have a true love, won't you?. Its just he's the first guy I approve of being handsome" I said and she sighed dreamly before humming.

He was in a completely different mood from this morning. “Sorry,” Kylan apologized, dropping my hand. He shot me a worried glance. “Son,” the King called out. Kylan’s jaw flexed. “Your Majesty.” The King’s eyes drifted to me. He tilted his head with a smile. It wasn’t a kind one, but one that basically said he had already decided exactly how this morning would end for us. “Now tell me, Kylan,” he hummed, “do you want to share the good news about the royal ceremony…or shall I do the honors?”