His Highness's Allure Novels & Stories

To hold her captive to his physical allure, and she found herself utterly unable to look away. "Good morning," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I hope you're ready for a challenge." Avla nodded, unable to speak, captivated by his presence. She couldn't help but notice the way his shirt clung to his chest. The way his biceps flexed as he moved. The way his eyes sparkled with intensity. And she felt a heat building within her, a desire that was both new and terrifying. A longing that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

She looked extremely nauseated just thinking about it, remembering. "Don't even mention it," he took a deep breath, finally smelling something other than perfume and expensive drinks. "It's nearly impossible to escape from a group of women when they surround you." "Are you complaining about the attention, Your Highness?" she teased. "The only attention I like to have is yours," he retorted quickly. "The attention of any other being is simply bothersome and noisy." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, with an expression that appeared irritated.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Zayn knew that it must have been caused by The Saint’s invisible aura. “Southern Highlord, His Majesty is waiting for you inside.” The man stopped and bowed to Zayn respectfully. Zayn waved his hand to beckon the man to back off. Lying before Zayn was a massive and elegant yet solemn hall. It looked like a palace and just the first level was over ten meters in height. It was awe-inspiring and magnificent .

His Highness. I almost lost my balance. What are you talking about, Raja? The Crown Prince as my master? That is insane! He is the most capable among the people you know. You can make a deal with him. You do what he wants, and in return, he has to teach you use your ability. You're making me a bait here! And what did you mean by do what he wants? Does that mean he can ask anything?" Raja chuckled. Calm down. Of course you may set limitations. But I guess His Highness won't go that far—if I'm guessing your dirty thoughts right.

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.

The comments flooded the screen. EternalLightOfHerHighness: [Isolde and Bruce fans, come out and take the hit!] MonsterSlayer: [Hahahahaha, I'm dying! No matter how cold and aloof a god is, once he sees Her Highness Claudia, his heart rate jumps to 150. Words can be fabricated, love can be acted, but heart rate doesn't lie. The Prince's true love is Her Highness!] HerHighnessGuard: [I told you so. Our Highness is noble and perfect. How could this ever be one-sided? She and the Prince were always meant for each other. Some people need a little self-awareness.]

His hair is messier than before, his grin wide and lazy. And his scent, dominance, confidence, and trouble, floods the small space like smoke. “Well,” he drawls, leaning against the frame. “If it isn’t our feisty one.” My grip tightens on the shovel handle. “Your Highness.” He clicks his tongue. “So polite. I liked you better when you looked like you wanted to bite me.” I give him a flat stare. “I still do.” His grin sharpens. “Good. Honesty is refreshing.”

I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed a more beautiful moment in my life. “My pretty Gray,” I whisper, my nose brushing against hers, “what have you done to me?” Because this? This is what it feels like to truly feel. I lean in. Closer. The sparks between us are almost tangible, snaking their way up my spine, crackling in the air like a storm waiting to break. Closer. Our lips brush. Just slightly. And then— “Your Highness.” I freeze. My teeth clench, jaw ticking as I breathe in slowly, still so close to her that I feel her shiver at the sound of that voice.

But of course, when you’re the Emperor, I guess rules don't apply to you. And honestly with the list of qualities he just listed, he may as well want to marry our goddess at this point. I can't imagine any mortal with those all attributes. Heather nearly trips over her own feet as she springs up, eager as a puppy. "Your majesty, look at me." She scoots her chair back a little and then does this painfully slow, show-offy spin, making sure the Emperor sees every inch of her in that tight dress. "You can see the beauty right there."