Aesthetic Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

"Well, many royalties are silly,and running away from there Nana. Nana is the one who's taking care of someone like you, your highness," He explained. But I can't understand him. Royalties like me? Is he crazy? Me? A royalty? What the heck! I didn't say anything. Eyeing him, intently. I give him another series of expecting to his attire. There's really a difference. It thought we're really same, but it's not. Mine are more brighter and have much silk and stone that I don't really know. Those things are new to me. While Noire suits is a bit bold and more darker and manlier. Making his appearance more pleasant. Add up to his face. He's gorgeous. For a man, he's almost perfect. Maybe he's a pri

Roy was adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in the toilet. the toilet was beautiful with clean ceramic white flooring and golden trims running across the edges of the floor and plus, there is even backlighting from the mirror which made everything shine brighter, when someone’s shadow fell over him He glanced back; another competitor, roughly his height, had a sharp suit-like uniform. It was red and black, and now that Roy was thinking about it, that was such an odd mixture of colour under his arena gear, and his hair was slicked back like he thought he was here for a magazine cover shoot.

' He saw Sashal sitting in her grace, at the top of everyone. She saw how sexy Sashal's condescending gaze was at the people dancing on the dance floor. She was wearing an off-shoulder sage green dress that complimented her cold emerald eyes. Her long black hair hanging over her right shoulder accentuated her cold and untouched image. And every time she moved a little, the curve of her neck looked so tempting to bite. The one thing Rohan hated about her appearance that evening was the tiara with black diamonds on her head, symbolizing the Southern Olf's Royal Family's wealth.

“I don’t want whatever difference we have affecting Alexander; he is still little, and he seemed to have grown strongly attached to you. I don’t want him getting hurt or noticing any form of feud between the two of us.” Royalty rises to her feet, looking like a complete vision in her dress. All day I’ve tried my hardest not to stare at her, but it’s impossible to resist. She looks stunning, and the deep V at the front of her dress showcases her cleavage beautifully. It feels inappropriate to look at her for a second too long, but I struggle to tear my gaze away. She walks up to me and rests her knee on the sofa, between my legs. Then she leans in and places her hands on my shoulders. It take

she said, as soon as I turned around. " Thank you." " And you look like a princess," I said. " I was right," Aurora was coming out of the closet with her dress on. She was wearing a fitted gold gown that had a high slit like mine. Looking down at the dress, I felt half naked with a deep neckline and a slit that went up to the thigh. The whole dress was embellished, giving it a royal look. " Sit down," she made me sit down on a chair away from the mirror.

Adonis and my other mate both stare at me in awe. "Shift" Adonis commands, but Royal doesn't listen. Of course, she doesn't. I want to see what I look like. My other mate in the room kneels in front of Royal and plants a kiss on her. It feels so good. I can see his eyes through the Royals. He has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. One hazel, one blue. He convinces Royal to shift back to me. I shift back and am nude. I saw Sam bringing me some clothes. They smell like Adonis, and it's intoxicating as fuck. My mind drifts back to Ares.

Pete said, and I lowered my gaze. Four hours later, we were ready. Hair, make-up, nails, jewelry, the whole ordeal, we were only waiting for the tailor to come and help us with the finishing touches on the dresses. The Royal Pack's colors were cobalt blue and silver. It was tradition for Luna to wear the pack colors, so I chose a princess-style dress. The bodice was strapless, with a heart-shaped neckline, then it opened up to a flowing skirt with uneven ruffles, in soft silk chiffon, in different shades of blue. Accentuating my waist is a silver crystal-beaded belt to complement the look. The hairdresser braided my hair in a loose braid and pinned silver crystals around the braid. My make-u

Carol’s POV I wasn’t sure what to wear for a royal dinner, so I settled on a black dress that ended just below my knees and a pair of matching heels. I braided my hair and put on a little makeup to bring out my brightest features. I still didn’t feel or look like a royal, but I wasn’t very worried about it. Aiden on the other hand looked as if he was made for this kind of thing. If I thought he looked good in his hockey jersey, he looked even better in a suit and tie.

Taking a fortifying breath, I raised my hand and pulled my wardrobe open, both eager and anxious to see my Alpha once again. My heart pounded as I carefully selected a deep crimson gown, the color of our kingdom, from my wardrobe. The silk hugged my curves as I slipped it on, tying the delicate laces with slightly shaking fingers. I brushed out my long, dark tresses until they shone like polished glass, then pinned back a few strands with a glittering jeweled comb Rafe had gifted me.

And he almost took his life. When Amelie returned to her room, she took off the outer suit that she usually wore, it was a set of white clothes. When she wore the rest of her clothes, it was just a set of white shirts, even if it was just a different color, a set of skirt, western pants, they were very simple and clean, unlike the current girls, who liked pretty and fashionable clothes, and liked all kinds of custom—made clothes. She was a reserved person with a calm personality, she untied the hair at the back of her head and let it fall like silk. However, judging from the arrangement, it must be a professional and a custom—made member of the royal family. The clothes were custom—made, and