Handsome Good Morning My King Novels & Stories

he said smiling, his rotten teeth showing, I could smell that he hadn't bathed in months, a vile and disgusting figure. The King's majestic form exuded raw power, his muscular well-tanned chest gleaming with oil, every defined contour visible beneath his open Kingly robes. His piercing teal blue eyes burned with intensity as he raked his gaze over me, his full lips parted slightly, inviting, demanding attention. With a subtle nod, he summoned me closer, "Very well, bring her closer," he commanded, his voice deep like thunder that echoed off the walls.

I looked at him all confused. “Call me Lord Ba Hoek, not your majesty. It gets nerve-racking after a while.” Everyone around got a bit weirded out and so did I. He smiled and went to look at his mom. The guard told me that the king comes to wake his mom up every morning. The king went to his mother’s side and he woke her up with utter care, respect and so much love. And I was astounded for the third time today. I could have never imagined such a soft gesture from someone so rude.

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,”

he say. We kissed for a while then I stood up from his laps and the king brings out his phone. " Let's go to my office and make this call on my laptop" The king says. " Alright my king" I replied. I and the king held hand and walk to his office. When we got to the office, we turn on the laptop and make a video call, he picked after about four minutes. His face came on the screen. " Good afternoon mom" he say happily and smiling on his bed.

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.

he called out drowsily when he opened his eyes and saw his mother. "Yes, Son. Wake up and have your breakfast." The King who was watching them chipped in, "You can go back to sleep after your breakfast." Nevertheless, his voice worked magic. It attracted Kelvin. He opened his eyes and got up. "Good morning, Dad," he greeted him. King Wilson sat beside him on the bed and instructed him, "Good morning, Son. Get up and have your breakfast. You must be famished." At Three Oaks

Girl can clearly see this beautiful sunrise. “You can be sad, you can feel disappointed, or it doesn't matter if you want to continue crying because of what happened to you last night. That's normal, Pasaraya.” King's remark just now made Gadis turn her head, but all she could see was the side of King's face. The man seemed to be enjoying the sunrise in front of him.

At least I'm useful, that's something that makes me feel happy too. “Hey, King Jackob is here! How handsome he is! I never thought that there would be a king who was so very handsome, if King Jackob, King Aldan and King Alden were put together they would really be three kings who apart from being very strong were also very handsome kings, so what is said is true. by the whole universe if these three are the greatest kings who are so very handsome in this universe.”

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….

Savage When I awoke the next morning to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the window, I find Levi watching me with a soft smile on his face. His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from my cheek, his touch sending a warm shiver down my spine. “Good morning, my queen,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I hope you slept well.” I stretch out and yawn, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over me from the moment I opened my eyes. “Good morning, my king,” I reply, unable to contain the smile that tugs at my lips. “I slept like a rock.”