Good Morning My Handsome King Novels & Stories

I wake up in King's arms. He's sleeping with a satisfied grin on his face, though I'm anything but satisfied. I take a few minutes to stare at him, memorizing each line on his face. Groggily, I finally stumble to the shower and climb into cold water to help me wake up. Ms. Beast doesn't mind and lets me know by humming inside me. She's a fickle beast. The bathroom door opens and King peeks into my morning sanctuary.

"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.

His face was suddenly raised as king Raleigh raised his head, now making eye contact with each other. King Raleigh smiled and kissed Ives's nose. "Goodmorning, petal." King Raleigh said with his morning voice. Ives also kissed king Raleigh's nose and said, "Goodmorning." King Raleigh combed Ives's hair with his fingers and said, "We are going to be busy today. Wakey, Wakey."

The back of his head bore a slight flattening—a quiet reminder of where it had rested—and his fringe dipped lazily over one brow, giving him a boyish, vulnerable charm. He looked like a secret kept between night and morning, peaceful and beautiful in a way that made my chest tighten. This boy would be the death of me. “Good morning, my king,” he said, voice husky from sleep. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I replied, a soft smile curling my lips. “Can you stop with the ‘my king’ thing, please? It does… things to my brain. Unless you want to limp out of this bed and postpone all plans for today,”

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

"You're the most handsome man I've ever known, more handsome than movie stars." I didn't lie to Alpha King. The compliment I gave him comes entirely from my honest evaluation. I had watched a lot of movies, and also seen a lot of handsome guys. If I put them next to Alpha King, it was easy to see that they were much worse than Alpha King. His special temperament and majesty was what made Alpha King different from everyone else. “Then do you want to kiss this handsome man?” Alpha King tilted his face close to mine. His cheeks were so close to mine that I just needed to move a little to be able to kiss me.

He'd showered and dressed in jeans and a sweater that made him look younger. "I smell food," he said, heading straight for Mrs Esther. "Good morning Mom, you're spoiling us." "Someone has to," Mrs Esther replied, but she was smiling as she prepared a plate for him. "Come sit,You look exhausted." "Stayed up all night," King admitted, settling beside Victoria at the counter. His hand found hers under the counter, squeezing gently. "But it was worth it." “Good morning babe” he kissed her palm. “Good morning Uche”

Alpha King smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's my pleasure to please you, dear girlfriend." When will he stop teasing me? After a while, we all gathered in the middle of the ground. Me, Alpha King, Beta May, and Mr. Harrison. The Alpha King commands everyone, "Everyone, good morning." Everyone bowed to the king and chanted in unison, "My King, good morning."

The closeness was suffocating. His scent, the solidness of his back, the warmth of his body. Heavens, this was a terrible idea. A terrible, stupid, reckless idea. The grand king glanced over his shoulder. "How was your morning, beautiful?" "The morning is still fresh, Your Grace," she grumbled. Hesitated, then added, "I received the flowers. Thank you." "You are most welcome," he said warmly. "The day is beautiful, is it not?" "For a male who crawled out of death’s mouth, he's certainly in high spirits this morning," Emeriel muttered under her breath.

No one needed to comment on how handsome he was, seeing how it was hard for any servant not to look away from his face, having even some of them to bump to the wall as their eyes could only look at him. "Come on," said the King with a smile, "I'm not as bad as they make me sound, alright?" The butler knelt at once, "Your majesty," he greeted. Dominic gave the young King the bow as well as Rose, acquiring the smile from the man. "Dominic," he called for the name, "And this lady must be.." "Rose," she filled in, having him to nod.