Handsome Good Morning My King Novels & Stories

I understood the situation, but it also didn’t change the fact that it left me feeling a bit down. To appease all the spirits of the people the mother Luna had destroyed, the king ordered a compulsory seven days of prayers to the moon goddess, earning him more admiration and respect from his people. Life was complete and fulfilling and I couldn’t wait for what the future held. “Your majesty, the king is here,” one of my attendants said and a moment later, his figure appeared by the doorway. He had a big smile on his face which was quickly directed to the young Prince who laid beside me on the bed.

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”

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

I wonder if he is to be my intended? He is not bad looking. His tousled semi-long chestnut brown hair frames his face. Flecks of silvery light perform ballets throughout his light chartreuse eyes. His face is strong and defined, his featured molded from granite. I must say he is fairly handsome for a human. Lifting my head up high, I stride over to my seat and sit down. Clearing his throat, the king stands up. "Now that everyone is gathered, I have an announcement to make,” the king begins.

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

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."

“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.

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.

How could I miss my first royal feast just because a king who doesn’t have the balls to face his wife is hiding his breeder from her? The door opened, and I snapped my head in its direction. I quickly rose to my feet and bent my knees. “Alpha king”, I greeted, and raised my head to look at him. He looked sinfully handsome as ever. His hair was damp, and I was sure he just bathed before coming.

* 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.”