Prince Aesthetic Novels & Stories

More faces I don’t recognize. All creating the perfect opportunity. “Why are you smiling?” Teagan narrows her eyes at me. "Just remembered something," I say, standing up. "Gotta-" "There’s my favourite Ricci" A voice cuts in smoothly beside me with a slight English accent With the scent of cedar and something faintly citrus—expensive, understated- hits me first before I see a cream Henley, a dark brown leather jacket with slim dark denim. Aurora lights up at him. "Santiago,"

She silently ask. Prince Caspian shrug. "Let's bring the old age." That made Peach think. Is he trying to make his painting look aesthetic? "You mean to say that you will do it Aesthetic style?" Oh she would love that! Prince Caspian nodded his head before walking towards her. She take a step back. When Prince Caspian didn't stop walking towards her, Peach panic. "What?" She tried her best not to show that she's nervous. Finally! Prince Caspian stop when they are inches apart from each other.

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

Her wolf then tilts back its head and howls to the moon. “Follow me.” The Prince says quietly. Without any shame he removes his jacket and shirt. His chest is muscular and smooth. No hair on his skin obstructs the view of his chiseled abs. The dramatic cuts at his hips begging you to follow the line down to his groin. His curly tousled hair is effortlessly sexy and desirable. He unbuckles his pants, but shifts before I can have a real view of him. I undo my dress and hold it against my chest to prevent exposing myself and shift, Theia taking control to transition.

I hope we get to stay very far from each other as from today. Off to my right, I spot one of the most famed princes, Elon, casually leaning against his gilded carriage. Already, a group of ladies flutter around him like moths to a flame. Although he is about the same age as most of us, the prince is a giant among men, draped in more gold than fabric, like a walking treasure chest. Physically? He's far from attractive. I figure his fame mostly comes from being the son of the Alpha who rules the kingdom’s second-largest state to the capital. Still, I’ve learned never to judge by appearances. Beauty on the outside rarely means anything on the inside. Just look at Heather.

Like hate was too small a word. Not to kill. To survive each other. They were rage given form. Heartache molded into violence. The air buzzed with it, each strike vibrating through my ribs. "She died asking me to choose you," the prince hissed. "She died thinking there was something true between us, something cursed, twisted, wrong. And she wanted me to accept it." The next strike was brutal enough to make me flinch. "She called it fate." The prince snarled, blade flashing.

"Does your elite intellect lack the capacity to manufacture a punishment that possesses an actual shred of novelty?" The Princess and the Discard Her skin was exceptionally delicate and highly cultivated. After nothing more than a few minutes of exposure to the open tarmac, her porcelain face had already flushed a brilliant, crimson red under the toxic rays, looking exactly like a ripe, succulent peach waiting to be crushed.

Siana said in an innocent voice as she looked at her, a smile on her face that looked innocent yet sly at the same time. “Make her lose control.” She explained. She looked kind of annoyed by all that had happened. She knew that Siana had enjoyed that whole thing a lot and it was all her plan. And that was what worried her so much. She no longer knew Siana the way she used to. The girl in front of her now was a cunning princess who would play with her pawns and use them to get what she wanted, she wasn’t scared to sacrifice them either. And this deadly game of chess was fun to her.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

Titan was still trying to convince the Prince to delay entering the Dale of the Doppelgängers until after his first shift. “Your increase in power, Prince Hayden, will be significant, unprecedented. You are your father’s son and he is perhaps the greatest Alpha King to date. Your skill even before your shift at battle outmatches that of your father’s back when he was a boy! Imagine how easy it’ll be for you to get the sword from the Doppelgängers after you inherit your full power. It’ll be the most sure course to victory. Think of…” “Titan!” Said the Prince sharply. “That is enough. My mind is made up.”