Novel & Cerita Handsome Good Morning My King

Work never seemed to leave him even after becoming the Alpha. I placed the tray down, and that was the time he finally glanced up. I saw the way the tension washed quickly away from his face. “There you are my king,” I smiled at him. “Good morning.” His eyes drifted all over my entire appearance. Perfect Meena, you're doing well. The loose rob, the exposed skin just before me. That curve of my hips. I noticed the way his gaze lingered on every part. Just like that baby, do you like what you see? Haha! I enjoyed every second of it.

His face was above mine, close, with that expression he wore sometimes that I had stopped trying to categorise because it defied whatever category I tried to put it in. "Good morning, my king," I said, in my best attempt at a formal accent. He smiled. "How is my queen this morning?" I giggled. Then my ribs introduced themselves to the conversation and I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Do not make me laugh," I said.

“Your Majesty!” “Prepare the troops. We attack in the morning.” King Jon said, and the call ended before I could even say anything. “Fuck!!” I yelled. There's no stopping this.

The transition from the wild, fiery gaze of the wolf to the composed, royal demeanor of the ruler left me momentarily breathless. In that moment, he was not just a wolf in the garden but the king, dressed in garments that resonated with the history and grandeur of the kingdom he ruled. "Good morning," I uttered with hesitation. The king's smile, gentle yet conspiratorial, suggested he knew the purpose of my visit. Drawing near, he greeted, "Good morning, future queen," and planted a tender kiss on my forehead. Seizing the chance for a private moment, I embraced him, inhaling the refreshing post-bath scent that clung to him, his damp but elegantly styled hair a testament to his morning routin

I fight the urge to turn over and look at him, but I lose the battle because as soon as his steps get closer, I spin around to see what I can only describe as Gracefulness. The King is putting on a tastefully made Akubra hat that shields most of his face. A carefully tailored suit drapes over his frame. A strong scent of Jasmine spreads across the room and dies out almost immediately. I look away from his face while he takes a seat at the head of the table. "Good morning, Xyana."

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The King slowly opened his eyes from the obnoxious knocking of his door. Slowly lifting himself, he ran his fingers across his tired face and sets aside the blankets that were covering his body. "Your Majesty! Please wake up!" Vaughn Garland glances to each side searching for a robe to cover his topless body. "What is it?" he thundered, irritated that he was disturbed from his sleep. "You better have a good reason for waking me up or I will have your tongue pulled out."

/Selene’s POV/ “Phoebe, should I be worried that you’re not up yet? Or you forgot you had training around six.” I heard an annoying voice close to my ears making me jolt up at the sudden intrusion. “Oh, shit I’m sorry. Is it six yet?” I asked whirl rubbing the sleep off my eyes and standing up, I looked at his perfectly sculpted face and remembered that I was talking to the King not anyhow person. “Oh fuck. Your majesty, Good morning, I’m sorry I forgot and the children wore me out yesterday.” I mumbled while bowing to him.

hard and heavenly. "Hmmm for how long have you been drooling over me my Queen? Jack chuckled and slowly moves his head to face me. I gasped and my throat went dry, the sight of his handsome face and his eyes dancing with amusement made my morning bright. Even brighter than the ray of sunshine after the storm. "Just for a few minutes now my King, and why are you up already? I teased him back asking and biting my lower lip. His eyes followed my movements and groaned. "What a good way to greet me in the morning, I don't think i could sleep again with you looking like this".

They are not only two branded items that he owns, they are also the best memories and most cherished friendships that he has. He drank a glass of water, ate his breakfast, and then Claude was out the door at exactly six o'clock, just in time for the next bus to pass. Forty-five minutes away, a prosperous city with reinforced concrete buildings appeared before our eyes. In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model.