Morning Sweetheart Novels & Stories

The kind of kiss that sends tingling sensations shooting straight down to my toes, making them curl in delight. Warmed by his loving attention, I couldn't help but respond with a sleepy, though undoubtedly bright, smile. “Good morning, my handsome husband,” I replied, my voice carrying the mixture of drowsiness and happiness that always accompanies these early moments. His morning kisses have a kind of magic to them, a pleasant wake-up call that surpasses even the sweetest dreams. It's the perfect start to any day, feeling cherished, loved, and undeniably blessed to share these moments with him.

And the video got finished. I got annoyed. Why would I need to do this? I took Nick's phone. I thought about what I should message her. I typed," Good morning, love!". No, that doesn't sound like Nick. Should I use darling instead of love? Or sweetheart would be better. I thought. God, why can't I decide. At last, I typed,"Good morning!". I didn't write anything after good morning. She replied," Good morning, my bad boy. How are you?"

She was even greeted by his sweet and thoughtful message when she opened her phone this morning. Good morning princess, you really made me happy last night. Hope you slept well and dreamt of me last night because I did. Thank you for accepting me in your life, I promise to love and cherish you the best way I can. You're actually the first person I thought of this morning, hope I was also the one you were thinking of this early morning. I love you and I'll always do...

Mara Morning tastes like honey and warmth. Not the kind born of victory or relief those are sharp intoxicating but the quiet sweetness of survival. Of choosing each other before the world intrudes again. Of waking beside him and knowing we fought for this. That we earned it. Sunlight illuminates the long breakfast table in Damon's private dining room, gilding the edges of the china and glass. Light is captured by the crystal and thrown in broken rainbows across the walls. The windows are slightly open letting in the crisp scent of pine and dew.

Her face lights up when she turns around to see me. "Good morning, Sweet Stuff!" "Good morning, Smiley Stuff." I huff, falling on the table. "Are you always this excited in the morning?" "Ouch!" She frowns. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." "No, it's a genuine question." I say. "I want you to share the secret. Because I hate mornings. And I hate waking up. And I hate life. And I hate being alive. And waking up snaps me back from my dreams and brings me back to this hell hole. Maybe that's why I hate mornings so much. So, I don't get why you're so happy in the morning."

He saw some strands of hair fell on her face so he gently clipped them behind her ear but his movements woke the girl up. Trisha squinted her eyes and saw her "honey" looking down at her. She smiled at the thought of the endearment. Unaware that she looked even more angelic with a serene smile in the morning. Denny pecked a kiss on her smiling lips then greeted her. "Good morning, honey!"

He ate me out so good I felt like a morning dish placed before Damond on a platter, he held onto my legs as I became shaky. “Ahhh fuck,” I screamed out as a pour of orgasm came straight of my pussy. Damond, fell into the bed as he covered us both in the blanket, kissing passionately on my lips. I could taste myself on his lips as I savoured out every taste of me left in his mouth, he clutched me into his tight grip placing my head against his chest as he kissed on my forehead. “Good morning sweet heart.” he said, placing a kiss further down on my cheeks and then my jaw. I hummed in response, this certainly was a good way to start a day I thought before drifting off back into sleep

Derek As the morning light crept through the curtains, I sat in bed, watching her stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with a hint of sleepiness. A soft smile spread across her face, and she whispered, "Good morning." My heart skipped a beat as I gazed into her eyes, my voice barely above a whisper, "Morning, princess." The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, and the world outside melted away, leaving only this intimate moment, this sweet connection between us. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leaned into my touch, her smile growing wider.

Alphas POV Morning came. Everything seemed normal like nothing has happened. I mean nothing happened, ofcourse but the thought of what we slightly did is bothering me in this early morning. I slightly turned my sight towards Kai. We'll it was never a surprise to see him surrounded with girls so early in the morning. He did well in our first two classes, getting recognized for his intelligence. As usual. He is always on the center spot even if he did nothing. People are attracted with his personality.

I was surrounded by masculine strength and I didn't want to move. This is the way to wake up, I thought, snuggling a little bit deeper into Bastian's arms. I was fairly certain I had died and gone to heaven. Or at least, my version of heaven included my back pressed firmly against Bastian's front in all our naked glory. “Good morning, sleepy-head,” Bastian whispered, his breath tickling the small hairs on my neck. I rolled over and opened my eyes, finding myself positive I was in heaven. A blue-gray heaven that shone with affection for me. “Definitely a good morning.”