Prince Aesthetic Novels & Stories

After 15 minutes they were outside of some very huge Salon’s building. There was a board on it written “Carl’s fashion and new looks. If this is your passion then you are at the correct place for the reason” he read it aloud. “Whoa your accent is so good? '' she said. “I am a royal and we have special education for princes' ' he said calmly. “Let’s go,'' she said, they walked inside the building. It was beautiful and it had portraits of models on the walls. “There is one thing I hate about this new era and that’s inappropriate dressing” he said, while she rolled her eyes.

She felt privileged to have the attention of the most admirable young man in Alaocha, but the fright and confusion racing her heartbeat, made her wish the earth would open up and swallow her. The muscular arms of the Prince couldn’t hide under the leather armor, so they bulged in and out like a bud. He has grown taller now. His almond color skin; glowed with the dropping rays and white morning eyes—which looked like that of an eagle—she could see, were studying her carefully. “The rumors are true. The gods of the land have really endowed you with so much beauty,” the Prince said. He was staring at the ripple of the flowing river now and the calmness on his shoulders was almost inviting.

This Prince was quite confident in his identity, which was admirable. His face was beautiful too, all high cheekbones and strong jawline, eyes the pale green of a lily pad. He had his hair swept into a half-hearted quiff, curling around his milky pale face in an admittedly attractive way. There was no smile on those full lips, simply set in a straight line. At least now she knew for sure that the rumours about Prince being intimidating and scary had not been exaggerated.

**PRINCE'S POV** I kept staring at her as she dressed my wound.Her natural weaving didn’t take away her attractiveness, in fact I did think of her as a non fashionable person who liked simple hair styles but now. I find it extremely sexy that I had to shift a bit on my seat to control the heat below my belt. At this point I might take her from here. Kiss her and pleasure her into submission, no woman would stop me at that moment, she would have no exception .

" The first guard asked again, which made Aesthelia's breath hitched for a millisecond. Aesthelia can't be seen by the first prince or anyone. Aesthelia has a suspicion that Prince Azkar's has a connection with the bloodsucking monsters. Aesthelia could figure it out the moment she saw Azkar. With just one look, anyone could tell he's a supporting antagonist. I think it's a little troubling to do that, given that you're thinking of asking a prince to verify my identity when I am here for the purpose of applying for a job." Aesthelia said, her eyes widening in a doe form, pretending to be concerned.

Anberine asked almost pleading with the prince who’s smirk grew at the fact she was even speaking to him. “You will never escape my gaze~!” Prince Skye sang causing Anberine to groan weakly while Marcus was left unsure on whether to knock the prince out, take him to a physician or follow Anberine. "Has she always been this pretty-wait what?! No! No she’s not! She’s so ugly that the statues father has in the armoury are more interesting to look at then her-what am I saying?" Prince Skye was left conflicted as he started arguing with himself about what was going on, this was not like him.

wiping his cheeks with the back of his palm he lifts his body and sits straight "You have to prepare for the last test." "I can stay, I've prepared everything," "Feng Lei," taking a deep breath in he faces him "Go back," he blurts his voice sounding steady and stern. "I....," "I'm fine," he cuts him off "I don't have the energy to argue," plastering a fake smile on his face, he tries to show that he alright but completely broken inside, he doesn't want to ruin Feng Lei’s future as all the prince of every Kingdom's dream is to bring power to their kingdom and become the leader.

Probably knowing what was about to come. I straightened myself up and gave PRINCE Ace a dazzling fake smile. "Well, your highness, since we both are on the same page of not telling lies, can I just say that you look rather ravishing tonight." I studied him from head to toe. "Your coat completely matches your personality. You know, black. You might wanna hide it. You're showing too much honesty here."

They were magnificent terrors, each more alluring and dangerous than the last. Azrael, the eldest Prince of Wrath, stepped forward first. Towering over seven feet with obsidian skin that gleamed like polished night, massive curved horns crowning his head, and molten gold eyes that pierced straight through my soul. His muscular physique was barely restrained by straps of dark leather and chains that accentuated every ridge of his powerful chest and arms. “A bold little mortal,” he rumbled, his voice a deep caress that vibrated through my core. His gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the way my robes clung to my thick thighs. “And what a delic

The supernaturals looked at the entourage and wondered which of them was the crown prince. Phidius and the rest introduced themselves, then it was time for Theodore. "Greetings to the Alliance. I am Azazel, demon prince of Hades. It is a pleasure to meet you all." he bowed before them. "Wow! He is so handsome. He looks just like his father." "I heard he is a half demon though, his mother is human." "Do you think he would be interested in another species." the supernaturals gossiped among themselves. Alistair looked at the demon prince with a conflicted look on his face. The demon prince looked familiar, it felt that he had seen him somewhere but he couldn't recollect exactly where he had see