His Highness's Allure Novels & Stories

But now, I am getting comfortable looking at myself from the large full length mirror. “I don’t know what is making you so tense and worked up. But if it has anything to do with his highness, just know that he has proven to be one who knows exactly what he wants. Though he might seem awkward in many ways, and has a different view and approach to things, when he is down for something he is totally down for it.” She leans so her head is in the same level with mine. “And you my pretty Lady, are someone he is totally down for. Only the blind can’t see that.”

Allen’s upper lip curled. “Whatever.” I tried to move away, only to have Allen snap his hand around my wrist. “Not so fast, sweetheart. You’re coming with us.” Everything about his deep, throaty voice was enticing, but even with his stunning good looks and demanding demeanor, I wasn’t falling into the kind of web I knew he spun around all the women he’d dated. The man was considered one of the most gorgeous creatures on the East Coast, sought after by debutants and celebrities. I found him reprehensible.

Sofia said and gave a horny look. Sofia started with forehead kiss and her delicate lips were touching every pore of Oscar’s face, Sofia was tall and like a goddess of beauty, she was kissing desperately and it was her who was striking Oscar’s feelings, she was not in a mood to leave even a single pore of his body, she licked every bit of it and this all romance and intimation went for almost an hour. They were exhausted but Sofia was in deep love of Oscar and she was ready to sacrifice everything just to get him.

"Absolutely not, Cassandra . You fail to recognize the sheer beauty that radiates from within you. Embrace your allure and showcase it more often." His words send a wave of flattery through me, causing a sudden shyness to take hold. He strides towards me with purpose, bridging the gap between us effortlessly. Standing so close, his proximity stifles my breath, and my belly clenches instinctively. The pounding of my heart becomes a furious rhythm, resonating in my chest. The aroma of his luxurious cologne and aftershave engulfs me, intoxicating my senses with an irresistible allure. We stand before each other, enveloped in a profound silence, as if Boma, once present, has now vanished into th

The Royal Mantle he’s wearing seems to bring out the elegance in him and apparently makes his good looks even more apparent. “I feel like it would be making his ego grow bigger than it already is.” I said as I rested my gaze on Cayden to see him smirking willfully at me. He was truly very handsome. And he was teasing me with his smirk because he knew that people would never stop complimenting him. “Okay, Your Highness. But it’s him who is being Crowned King so people would want to say friendly things about him.” Artuhla responded. “You’re also very beautiful too, You’re Highness.” She said.

Staring at me. "Miss Harper," the man said, getting my attention. "From what I can see here, there's no mistake. It could be that the app has just chosen you as the best fit for His Royal Highness." I just stood there, shocked and confused and feeling like I was out of my body. Sure, the prince is drop dead gorgeous, and from my memory of him on the news and on TV, he was charming and well-beloved. But he is the prince. Compared to him, I am no one.

He hissed as he grabbed her and kissed her deeply. “You are more handsome than the Duke, hubby,” Princess Shelyca said with eyes dancing with naughtiness. She caressed his face down to his throat and then chest while her eyes never left his eyes, which is now turning to bluish ones. “More handsome, and?” he asked and waited for her answer. “The almost replica of the Greek God when it comes to gorgeousness and power,” she giggled as she said these words. It might be flattery but for her, it is somewhat true.

It wasn’t the paintings that caught my attention, but the two female forms that walked into view. The High Lady appeared first; her pace unbothered as Aralia stormed up behind her. “My Lady, this is foolish.” Aralia hissed, making the High Lady spin on her heel. Aralia’s eyes flashed darkly, her porcelain skin looked just a tad too pale, too washed out. There was definitely something lurking beneath that beauty and calm grace. “I let you speak freely because you are dear to me, but make no mistake, I am High Lady of this court. My decision is and always will be, final.” The High Lady stood a few inches taller than Aralia, and used those inches to stare down at her.

The four women laughed and joked for a bit. "You know I can't drink, right, Your Highness?" "Then this is for Miss Padparadscha when she returns. I wish His Highness success in making progress today…!” “His Highness? Which His Highness do you mean?! Is this a new tea?!” “Oooo, Miss Zircon, don't spread this rumour just yet. They're not official yet." "Eh? W-what happened…? S-Sister-in-law, can you explain to me?”

When Katherine looked around in irritation, she saw that even Sam was bowing deeply, though he was not on his knees like the others. With one voice as if they had studied how to do it many times, all of them shouted: "We welcome your highness!" Another bomb exploded in Katherine's brain, throwing all her thoughts in disarray. W-what? Highness? Did that mean... a prince?! This man that appeared out of nowhere to help them but coldly waited until the last second, a total show-off, was a prince of the Icelands? In a daze, she could only stare at him. He did look like a prince should, elegant and brilliant. His demeanor told nothing about the scheming mind he must possess.