Novel & Cerita Good Morning My Handsome King

With a muddled head, I recollected everything that went down when I woke up that specific morning two days ago. *** "Sleep well?" the King asked, his sharp voice cutting through the beautiful chirping of the birds outside my window. My drowsy state vanished in an instant He was wearing a loose white shirt and partnered it with black trousers and black boots. His dark hair was messy in a sexy way. He probably just came from a bath with how fresh he looked. God, he was handsome, I thought, but I quickly chastised myself. Don’t let your mind get sidetracked!

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The King took her hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of her hair. "There's no need for all of these formalities, Kendra. My name is Kenzo, and soon you'll be officially recongized as my mate, so that is what you should call me."

I’ll kill them all. “You are so beautiful and courageous. I love keeping smart and beautiful women by my side, I love your bravery, Bethany. After I get rid of that impostor of a king, I would have you as my mistress, I desire your beautiful body by my side.” That was the king's Ashford's message to my woman, my mate. And guess what she said in response, “It would be an honour to share your bed, my king. I would love nothing more than to be by your side forever, my king.”

The silence in the car is palpable. I warily move my gaze up to the handsome man. As my eyes pass the rear view mirror, I can see the driver’s face. He looks like he’s holding back a laugh. When I look at the handsome man, however, he looks grim, and is staring at me with a stony expression on his face. “Well, here’s your stop,” the handsome man says glumly. “And I am the Lycan King.”

“Good morning everyone.” Mom seemed surprised, no doubt because the Alpha King didn’t look a year older than 25, but she soon greeted them with my exact words again. It was custom, and maybe protocol even, to always greet his highness first, and then anyone else. The Alpha King smiled at us, and with a welcoming wave of his hand, said, “Join us for breakfast.” We merely nodded in response, and were soon shown our seat by a servant. “You’re up early,” the beta let out in a tone of voice that told me he was pleasantly surprised.

His touch is gentle. “Open your eyes, Isabelle”. He says in his calm and gentle tone. His voice was soft and velvety. I have only encountered the king once and his tone was so harsh at that moment. I cannot believe my ears. I open my eyes and look at the king. In front of me, I see the most handsome face I have ever seen. His green eyes are looking at me with keen interest. I have never seen such a beautiful creation of god before. I never thought that the king looked like this? I never thought that the cruel king would be so handsome. I feel myself getting lost in his deep mesmerizing green eyes.

I almost allowed my gaze to linger but caught myself, wary of inviting his wrathful gaze upon me. "Killan," the king cleared his throat, his gaze shifting toward me. "This is Idrish Rendin." I sensed his eyes upon me, and from the corner of my eye, his striking presence caught my attention. My mental image of him hadn't been amiss—a prince impeccably attired, a vision of elegance. I slightly altered my stance, offering a bow as a gesture of respect.

Alan push her to herself and fvcked her with his fingers. He moved in and out of her slowly and the rest of the night was fun. * * "Good morning my King " Lana greeted drowsily and Alan gave her a small peck on the cheeks. " Good morning ,How was your night?, " "It was fun and splendid, All thanks to you "She said licking her lips and Alan smiled. " You're welcome " "I almost forgot my royal duties, Let me quickly go and take a short bath before the Queen mother start asking of me" She said happily and Alan nodded.

* I woke late, heavy-eyed and hollow. “You’re awake.” The king was already dressed, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me with a pleased expression. “Good morning, my king.” I moved to rise and bow, but he waved me back down. “Rest,” he murmured. “You must be tired.” I let a small blush appear on my face and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You are a very strong man, my king.” He laughed, lowering his voice like he was sharing a great secret. “I may be old in the face, but certainly not elsewhere.” He patted my hand. “I will come see you again tonight.”

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