Prince Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.

Merien asked in shock. "Yes, they are. They are the only Korean-like heartthrobs on this campus. And, they are also the ones you fought with." "What?! Them?! When did they become like Korean heartthrobs?! My God! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha! They looked like aliens." I said. The behavior is alien! Yes! They will support, especially the one who is gorilla! The Jade?! Aliens! King of the aliens in handsomeness---awesomeness! Yuck!

Currently, it's being ruled by his mother. To me, their names were as dangerous as their faces. I'm not being dramatic. Whoever encountered these exemplary people would likely concur that they were the most horrible beings to ever roam this planet. And, among these people, Alastair was the worst, however, they would never deny that this Prince was the most attractive creature that has ever been. The women in particular were so smitten with him. And now that I had seen him up close, I couldn't agree more, and also couldn't blame the women for their hunger. He was simply too good to be true. So annoyingly handsome. So unnaturally perfect.

It's better to be away from the Prince. Prince Arsh stopped in front of us. He was wearing a blue hanbok enclosed by a white shirt. Suit with his blue hair and his sea-like eyes. His serious face gave him even more attractiveness. There are people who are actually more handsome when serious, the cold look. "I just wanted to ask something so I called you all," he began with still no emotion on his face. He shared his vision with all of us. He looked at us one by one with his critical gaze.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

he whisper under his breathe his voice holds anger My face brighten with a smile "Am the new stylist for the prince...." As I gaze to see his reaction. "I hope we get along" "What?" Adam asked, shocked while the prince murmured "It. can't. be.". With a gritted teeth. I just stood on my feet smiling like a fool. ****

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

There's always this aura about him that makes him look intimidating, and the way his eyes shoot such a piercing look doesn't help. "Oh boy, isn't he quite a sight?" Kyla says in awe beside me. I can't help but agree. Prince looks dashing in his smart casual outfit today. I wonder how a simple pair of jeans and black short sleeves shirt -- with a few buttons at the top unbuttoned as bonus points, showing the skin under his neck and upper chest, just enough to make girls fantasize -- can make someone look so good. Well, he always does, anyway. Kyla playfully clears her throat and elbows me on the ribs. I have a sudden urge to smack her on the head.