High And Mighty Haughty Novels & Stories

"Don't you fucking dare come near me." "Where are they?!" I shouted as I looked at them, and it was the same façade they held after a year that still never fails to intimidate me, but there was no time to think about that. They're the same, still the same after a year, still the same demeanor, still the same alluring looks, still the same way of feigning ignorance and sympathy, still the same deviousness. Still the same, they're still Regio. Regio's royalty really continues to reign.

For his slacks, he took them off himself or it would be really weird for us. "There, Are you good now?" I asked him while trying to avoid his eyes and remained looking down. Though I never realized how similar Hugo and Max's bodies are. The shape of the muscles and the sensation that it makes you feel when near them even their heights are similar. Only their skin color and eyes were different. Max's eyes were sharp. While Hugo's are comforting like Flynn's. It's like a combination of two men in one.

We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m

Any thoughts about her could lead to their death! Of the two men, one was extremely tall and the other was extremely short. The tall man was slim and lanky. His muscles weren’t well defined, neither was his face the most pleasant thing to behold. He was hunched over, and his arms were much longer than his legs, so much so that they were almost dragging on the floor. He was average looking at best, and his strange frame kept people away from him. This tall man a High Level Divine Servant at the 7th stage of the Nobility Realm. He was a master of no weapons other than his own body. For his long nails were refined and sharper than many Mid-Level Weapons and comparable to High level Weapons. And

a voice boomed, reverberating across the bleak plains. The voice came from a figure across from Hailey. Azure. He was like a shadow that ate up the light; he stood with his arms crossed, staring at her. “You think you can stand against me?” he sneered. “You think these… subjects will protect you? They will kneel for me just as easily.” “They kneel for choice, Azure,” Hailey said, her voice steady and commanding. “Not fear. And they will never kneel for you.” Azure’s laughter resounded, cold and hollow.

A high mage. My body froze and my skin tingled. I’d never seen one before. Honour tapped my chin. “It is rude to stare.” Holy crap. I shrank down, half-hiding my face in Bravo’s arm but also keeping one eye out to see the race who ruled us all. Pretty much … scary as hell. At least, I could not imagine anyone more so. The high mage was close to Eight feet tall, thin and wiry, wearing black robes with swirling galaxies of stars that strode on the cloak. He did not walk so much as float, and the closer he got, the more his presence crawled through the car.

"Who permits you to do as you please?! You can't suddenly barge into someone else house and demanding to do a house search, damn it!" Tae Min glanced at Yi Kyung with a disdainful expression. He scanned him from the top of his gray head to his short and stubby legs. He faced Yi Kyung with his back straight as a pole. This way, Taemin seemed for formidable than ever in the eyes of Yi Kyung. His height also dwarfed Yi Kyung by a head taller. "And, who are you to call me an old man? I am two years younger than you, midget." Dae Yi Kyung's desire to strangle Han Taemin increased exponentially. He hated the word midget. Everyone likes to tease his height since his high school years because of Han

Nicole came closely, whispering in my ear, almost hard for me to hear as the loud music still thumps in my ear, "you know, if there's one person you would want to break all your rules to, it's Ezra Sommers, Demie! -- hot, mysterious, and I bet you won't regret it!" I sighed, thinking that she was talking nonsense, "yeah right, Nicole! I appreciate your concern, but that's never gonna happen! -- I mean, look at me?! look at all this!? there's no way in hell he would even notice me!" I said, gesturing my hand trying to prove my point. Seeing all these up-scale people, looking lavish, and high maintenance, compared to me in my white sneakers and crippled outfit that I've worn since breakfast, m

Shocked by the unexpected attack, she then heard Jayson's voice filled with frustration and anger. "Can you stop fu*king making me feel so pathetic, Hattiea? I am here to fu*king talk!"

They enjoyed the excitement, didn’t they? “Oh?” Cassie approached us. She turned to face the enraged woman beside me. She narrowed her eyes and snapped her tongue. “Wow. I’d leave Shianna if I were you because I don’t want to go directly to hell. Do you realize that being physically powerful is in our blood? We’d be martial arts masters if we weren’t so wealthy.” Cassie folded her arms and laughed gently. She then stared at the woman for a long time, and when she realized she wasn’t going to let go of me, her brows met.