His Highness's Allure Novels & Stories

After His Highness was brought into my room, my father had sprinted toward the Noble’s Wall, breathless, to spread word that his Highness was still alive. My eyes trailed over the sculpted lines of his face, down to the slow rise and fall of his chest. Proof he lived. Then, my gaze wandered to his hair… dark, curling softly against his brow. A few strands had fallen into his eyes. I felt the strangest urge to reach out and tuck them away. I swallowed hard and lifted my hand, fingers trembling mid-air. But before I could achieve my aim, He caught my wrist. I froze, breath locking in my throat, startled by the sheer power of his grip. Slowly, those long lashes lifted, revealing the most exquis

She could taste him, that salt and musk combination that was as erotic as it was irresistible. “Enough, oh… sweetheart, that’s enough,” Federico groaned and pulled out. She ran the point of her tongue over her lips, knowing it would drive him wild. “Your Serene Highness, am I going too fast for you?” she asked with an arch look, smiling mischievously. “Not fast enough,” he growled and pressed her back down with his weight coming over her.

She asked, pushing him back slightly. “Does what work?” He asked, still with that silky charming tone to his voice. “I’m a Prince. A High Prince. Most girls would kill to get my attention.” “I’m not most girls.” lisa snapped. He really did believe he was something. This High Prince Rillon. “No you most certainly are not.” Rillon replied quietly, intimately, as he moved his hand to brush her face. “Don’t touch me.” lisa said jerking back from him.

I forced a small, practiced smile for the sake of those watching. Axel did not look at me. His grip remained steady, his expression devoid of warmth. "I'm not pretending." The coldness in his voice was sharper than any dagger. I should have expected it. Should have been used to it by now. And yet, something about tonight made it hurt more than usual. Around us, whispered admiration floated through the air. "His Highness is truly magnificent, isn't he?" "Of course. A prince born to rule—elegant, strong, untouchable."

Knowing that she won’t really be embarrassed, I extend my claws and as I let go of her throat and step back; I swipe my claws down her body without actually touching her. I step back even further as what little attire she is wearing slips from her body and falls to the floor. Just as I had expected, she doesn’t cover her body as she looks at me with wide eyes and says. “Your Highness?” “When you return to your chambers, you will find more appropriate attire to wear in the presence of a mated High Royal…” “But… But Your Highness… You’re not ma…”

“We are all reunited today to celebrate our first royal wedding after the king and queen's union twenty-two years ago. The prince grew up to be a very kind and modest gentleman loved by his family along with his people. Today, he is here to share his heart with a very handsome gentleman, Axel. He chose him among a thousand of young people and promised to make him a very good prince to their people.” Nathan said. “Your Highness, I hope you will share some words with us.” Lucian nodded and took a deep breath. “My dear people, I would like first to welcome you to our castle.” He smiled and all the guests clapped for him. “You must be curious about why I chose Axel to be my husband.” He added be

I suspected he must have a mischievous thought going on in his head. “This is what you obviously get from being too attractive,” he mumbled insouciantly as he fed his eyes on the riveting view of my bare torso. My brows creased; this was not what I expected him to say, but whoever cares! “I mean, unlike the rest of us, you are the dreamboat, the Adonis who catches the attention of all the maidens in Coral Shore. And as if that is not enough for being prominent, you are also the only one who is the target of some invincible creature in a Castle of four Royals!”

Attract His Highness. The scent of my blood filled the room the following second, and this caused His Highness to move his gaze away. He is clearly fighting the urge to grab me and have a taste of my blood. He is fighting himself and his beast. But why? His beast won't kill me, right? We've done this before, and I came out alive. Or is it... I was still thinking to myself when His Highness unexpectedly came down on me; he took my small body into his grip and dug his canines into my flesh. He pierced my skin with his fangs and began drinking my blood, just as I wanted.

“Your Highness, forgive me. I didn't mean to……” “Ronan, it's fine,” His Highness said, cutting me off as I heard the loud thud of his footsteps moving closer and closer towards me. I choked as his intoxicating and familiar scent filled my nostrils. Something about it……… about him…set something ablaze inside me, something very strange. I gulped when his shoes, black and gleaming against the light, appeared before me which meant he was very close. His presence alone was choking me. “Arise,” he commanded me.

“You think you can manipulate me with this little act?” I stopped in front of him again, looking up through my lashes while my fingers played with his tie. “It’s not manipulation, darling. It’s survival. For both of us.” I leaned in once more, lips hovering near his ear. “Imagine it ....dinner tonight, my hand in yours, me whispering sweet things while everyone watches. You get to keep your empire. I get… well, I get to watch you squirm a little.” I pulled back without kissing him, leaving the tension hanging in the air between us.