Handsome Good Morning My King Novels & Stories

I moaned in pain and pleasure both, my body arched up and got pressed more on his hard muscular chest while he kept thrusting inside me like he was taking out his anger, we kept having sex for entire night. Next morning, I realized that someone had covered me with a blanket, when I opened my lazy eyes his long thick lashes greeted me “My King…” I said in my hoarse voice and sat up straight. “You are already awake?” I questioned him as a yawned escaped my mouth “How is higher General Nola?” I questioned him “He is awake and washing up in your backyard near well” King simply replied “Ahem… are you hungry? I can go and buy some breakfast for you both” I suggested and he agreed.

He'll arrange it later. "Good morning, everyone!" I've arrived in the dining room, and everyone is already at the table. I didn't realize it was so late! They turn to look at me and... everyone's mouth drops open! My king first! He finally speaks: "Good morning, my queen! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He comes to kiss me: "You are magnificent, but I don't like the way others are looking at you. I don't like them drooling over your beautiful curves. I must be the only one to look at you!"

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

I could almost picture him leaning back in that ridiculous velvet chair he favored, fingers steepled, gold rings glinting. Probably high on cocaine too. “Good,” he said, dragging the word out like warm honey. “Very, very good.” His tone shifted into something darker, rich with promise. “Good job, boy. Good fucking job” He spelled something on his end of the call — slow, deliberate, amused, like he enjoyed the theatrics. “W… A… K… E… E… M.” Wakeem the King. And the king was pleased.

My beta and delta were already present. "Good morning, Your Majesty," they said, greeting me with a bow. "Please rise," I responded, walking to my seat. I took my seat. "Good morning to you." "How was your night, your majesty?" "It was the same," I replied with a sigh. "Mm, I hope you will be fine," they uttered. "How's it going?" I questioned. "Have you seen my mother?" "No, my king," they replied. "We will find her."

“Oh! My God!” He exclaimed, and stood up immediately. He walked briskly to the stage, and collected the Mic from the MC. Likewise, he looked at the thrilled audience, and smiled broadly as usual. Then, his beautiful set of teeth were revealed, and his handsome face beamed. At that point, he faced King Raphael Churchill VII, and kowtowed, before he greeted, “Long Live, my King.” Although, the King was sad about the strange proposal, but he cheered up, and stretched his gold ring to him, “You may rise, son,” he said happily.

I stretched, feeling surprisingly happy. I lifted my head gently, to sneak a peek at him but rather I found him watching me. The king smiled down at me and the shyness crept in. “Good morning,” he murmured. I stared down at my fingers, as the shyness overwhelmed me. “Good morning Alpha.” “Did you sleep well?” He asked, still watching me with his beautiful eyes. I nodded, “yeah I did. I feel better.” “That's what happens when you sleep next to me,” he joked and gazed into my eyes. “Don't you think you should spend more time with me? See the glow on your skin.”

I feel him before I could even see him. He’s here. Geez! The room fell silent and as if we’re all robots under a command of an invisible master, we stand straight. Bow our heads, in unison we greeted him. “Good morning, Your Royal Highness.” “Morning,” a husky rich voice greeted back that reminds me of power, dreams, and dark alleyways. A single word that sent me almost to the floor like a muddle of stupid fool who’s swooning over the greeting from the Crown Prince.

He was in a completely different mood from this morning. “Sorry,” Kylan apologized, dropping my hand. He shot me a worried glance. “Son,” the King called out. Kylan’s jaw flexed. “Your Majesty.” The King’s eyes drifted to me. He tilted his head with a smile. It wasn’t a kind one, but one that basically said he had already decided exactly how this morning would end for us. “Now tell me, Kylan,” he hummed, “do you want to share the good news about the royal ceremony…or shall I do the honors?”

replied the deep and powerful voice of the king and Nicklaus smiled and entered the room immediately the eunuch opened the floor. He entered the room and met the king. The man who wss supposed to be the most handsome of their kind if not for the birth of Alex which changed that. The king who wss already a thousand years old looked so young like a man in his early forty with a perfect figure and handsome features. He wss like a model that came out straight from a magazine. His beauty was extra ordinarily and only a bit less that Alex beauty. Nicklaus knelt down and greeted the king " Hello your majesty " Nicklaus greeted and remained there