Good Morning My Handsome King Novels & Stories

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His lips brushed the nape of my neck, lingering there as he inhaled my scent. "Good morning, my Queen," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and something warmer. I turned in his embrace, my hand coming up to trace the strong line of his jaw, the faint stubble rough beneath my fingertips. "Good morning, my King," I replied, the formal address softened by the private smile that accompanied it.

I moaned in pain and pleasure both, my body arched up and got pressed more on his hard muscular chest while he kept thrusting inside me like he was taking out his anger, we kept having sex for entire night. Next morning, I realized that someone had covered me with a blanket, when I opened my lazy eyes his long thick lashes greeted me “My King…” I said in my hoarse voice and sat up straight. “You are already awake?” I questioned him as a yawned escaped my mouth “How is higher General Nola?” I questioned him “He is awake and washing up in your backyard near well” King simply replied “Ahem… are you hungry? I can go and buy some breakfast for you both” I suggested and he agreed.

I reach up and take it down, thinking it probably won’t do much good now anyway. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” I say. “You’re not thin—you’re quite muscular. And… I wouldn’t say you’re pretty either.” He feigns being hurt, pretending that tears are welling up in his eyes. “I’m not pretty?” “Sorry,” I tell him, and then I’m touching him again, my knuckles brushing the smooth surface of his cheek. I stop laughing now. “You’re not pretty, but you are very… handsome.” A thousand other words rush to mind, some of which are very inappropriate to say to your king—sexy, godlike, fuckable? I could never….

“Now turn around and let me work on your hair.” “Okay, fine.” I huff and do just that. He’s almost done with my hair when my phone dings with an incoming text. I know without looking at the screen, that it’s King…you know, cus he’s still the only one who texts me. King: This preparation thing sucks ass, seriously. Me: Good morning to you, too, King. I’m doing well, thanks for asking. And how about you? King: Look who’s being sassy at too-damn-early o’clock.

They are not only two branded items that he owns, they are also the best memories and most cherished friendships that he has. He drank a glass of water, ate his breakfast, and then Claude was out the door at exactly six o'clock, just in time for the next bus to pass. Forty-five minutes away, a prosperous city with reinforced concrete buildings appeared before our eyes. In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model.

I said softly, placing one of my hands over hers and gently rubbing my thumb on it. "And I hope that one day, just some day the star I see shines forth and everyone sees that which I have always seen in you," she whispered, "You're so beautiful, you radiate peace and care for everyone. The King would be maki…" "The King!" I yelled, recalling that he had sent a servant to inform me of our lunch together and it's almost, "I need to have lunch with him today." I informed her, quickly pushing aside the tray of fruits and taking my dress from the bed.

Say something! “Hi.” No! Oh, shit, Arianna, are you insane?! It's the king! “I mean... Good morning, Your Grace,” she quickly corrected, praying the King wouldn’t order the soldiers to hang her head on a spike. How dare she greet her master, the King, so casually? “I’m deeply sorry, Your Grace. I didn’t mean to say that, I just…” She paused, her breath hitched when the King moved closer, causing her to instinctively step back, her eyes still locked with his.

No one has ever shown me so much respect or admiration. I’m still reveling in the attention we’re drawing when we stop in front of the King and Queen. They’re both incredibly impressive. The king’s hair is streaked with gray, but he still has an air of unquestionable strength. His Luna is lovely and dignified, with features that hint to great beauty in her younger years. Sinclair nods to each of them, while I dip into a curtsy. “Alpha Dominic,” The king greets Sinclair with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Dare I say you’ve finally found a mate?”

King: In the bathroom takes a shower while showering he thinks about what Moon Goddesses said to them, that his kingdom people also prayed for his and queen for a child, in the corner of the eyes tears are flowing, he was happy that his people love him and his queen very much, so in return and for thanksgiving I will arrange a big feast for them, in front of the castle I will arrange a big feast and give present to every people of the kingdom Then he completed his showering and wears a bath gown and come into the bedroom and sees how peacefully and happily his queen is sleeping, slowly he reached beside her and creases her hair and give a peck on her lips and embrace her lightly snuggle into