Handsome Good Morning My King Novels & Stories

As if on cue, Dian and her small family step in and join us for breakfast, "Good moooorning everybody!" Thank God for her daughter to distract Mama that I can eat in peace and chat with my sisters. Thank God for my brother-in-law presence that I have a reason to keep my hijab on in peace. *** "Good morning, Your Highness." I greet the King as soon as I see him coming down the stairs.

With two knocks on the dark black wood door, he entered inside and said " Good evening King. I've got bad news for you " " Someone got a death wish to be bad news to me! " the king snapped and lit up his cigar. His face seemed to be neutral, there was no worry on his face. " Speak up Druv. What you've gotten for me? " the King said getting up from his chair and looming down at the city with coldness. He hates everything about this city yet he rules this city like a king.

nor shall I partake of his folly. He lifted his eyes. ‘Answer me. What shall I tell him? My words are like clanking brass, unpolished and unkind, but you... your words are different than mine. Your speech is sweet and elegant. Your words are weighty, filled with might and trimmed in light. Therefore, who can stand before you but he whose heart is pure and hands are cleansed.’ “Tell him I am King,” the King of Himmel pronounced, standing in his illustrious light with white hair and sparkling garments, “and I will save my people.”

Fingers dug into his skin, tilting his head up until he was forced to look. Aiden’s breath hitched. He had seen the King from a distance during breakfast, a figure of gold and crimson on a high dais, but up close, the man was devastating. The King’s face was a study in arrogant perfection, framed by thick, dark eyebrows that looked as if they had been carved by an artist’s hand. A sudden gust of wind swept through the terrace, ruffling the King’s dark hair and adding a wild, dangerous edge to an already overwhelming beauty. "Are you aware," the King murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in Aiden’s chest, "of the look you are giving me?"

I thought within me. And then his eyes met mine. Just for a second. My breath caught. But just as quickly, he looked away cold and unreadable. Like I was no one. Like what happened in the morning never happened. Anger bloomed in my chest. So you came, after all. With her. You Coward Bastard!! He spoke then, his voice smooth but distant. “The King is not feeling well tonight. He sends his regards. Please enjoy the masquerade in his honor.”

I don't want Philip to be a distraction. As I turned to the other side of the bed, I suddenly saw Jackson's eyes on me. It was like he was waiting for me to look at him. "Good morning," he greeted with a joyful voice, brushing my hair back and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. "How was your night?" I asked, and he smiled brightly. "It was as beautiful as your morning smile," he replied, teasing me, and I could feel my cheeks turning red. "Stop teasing me," I said, standing up on the bed and stretching my tired body.

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?”

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

Her long hair was made into a small messy bun. She smiled as she looked at her reflection. At least he knows which color suits her and has some taste in clothes. While she was admiring her reflection and thinking that she looked quite beautiful today, the guard outside her chamber announced the arrival of the King. She quickly stood and went towards the door, stopping when she saw the King approaching. He was wearing a royal king's outfit with a royal crown. He looked like a Greek God who had just come from heaven. Victoria could say that she had never seen a man like him in her life.

I gasped in surprised as I saw his dark green eyes already staring down at me. He stared at me with no expression, but his eyes spoke volumes. Adoration swam through them as I smiled up at him. "Good morning, my King" I said softly leaning my head against his chest. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my neck, making me moan soflty as his tongue brushed over his mark. "Good morning, little one" he said lowly, his husky voice sending pulses straight to my core. "How do you feel?" he murmured kissing my forehead gently. I smiled widely at the sweet gesture, my body buzzing with excitement just from being near him.