Prince Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The prince was wearing a body fit elegant velvet tunic that formed his athletic body meticulously, it made him look more charming. Jeremiah could not stand how Aiden eye-rapping him at the moment in the public place where anyone could see what he’s doing, ‘not you again…’ Jeremiah mentally complained, he really did not have time to entertain the Prince, even if he had the time, he preferred not to be around him.

"I've always liked the heat and how people look much safer from their bodies when they're wearing little clothes. So I made my immortality in the broadest sense I could of the word Pride, making everything beautiful and enviable, from the creatures to the ground on which I step.” I had the impression that each prince was even more beautiful and seductive in his own territory, because even Octavius' voice to mess with every inch of my body, as if I could literally ignore the presence of anyone other than him. Even the red hair seemed to be made of that orange shade in the sky with a perfect mixture of the sand below our feet, making it alive and exuberant. The true meaning of absolute perfect

Her bright blue eyes are on me the whole time as I feel my c*ck harden as the scent of her arousal hits my nose making me growl out. “My Prince” she says as one hand goes to my hip and the other caressing my cheek. “Let us enjoy each other until you find your mate.” I hear her as her lips press onto mine. I felt Aragorn trying to take over, but I push him back to the back of my mind. As I feel Char’s hands under my shirt, pushing it up for me to take it off. Breaking the kiss, I raise my arms as my shirt comes flying off and her lips are sealed to mine once more. I had only ever kissed Corbin once. Just a peck on her soft full lips. These kisses with Char are completely different. Not loving

Arte pursed her lips. Of course. Why did she even ask him? She shouted for Ace, who came running like a golden retriever. "What's up?" He asked casually, his eyes raking over the dress. He knew without being asked what he had to say next. He bounded over in six quick steps, eyes already appraising her new silhouette. Without missing a beat, he produced a black hair tie and guided her to sit. “Not bad, Princess,” he said, voice low. “But let’s soften it - give you that innocent edge. Those blood-thirsty sharks will eat it up like fresh meat, an instant task completion.”

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

He says and I nod. When he leaves, my head swims and I nearly fall back on the bed but curiosity takes me off it and I slowly walk around his bedchamber. It’s not everyday I get to be in a Prince’s chambers unsupervised. They say people’s homes say a lot about them and if I’ll go by what I see here, the Prince is a lover of beautiful things. The art pieces hanging off the walls are indulgent, as normal Lyrians will be implicated for being frivolous. The sculpted figurines are all of women, some dancing, some playing instruments, some riding and fighting. The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things.

"Of course. A prince born to rule—elegant, strong, untouchable." And then, the inevitable sneer: "But look at her . . . She may be beautiful, but beauty alone is meaningless. A flower can bloom in filth, but it will always carry the scent of the dirt it came from." I swallowed hard, but I did not falter in my steps. I had trained too long, had been molded into this role too precisely, to allow my pain to show. Axel, as always, paid the whispers no mind. His grip remained firm but impersonal, his every movement exuding effortless nobility.

He took the card and departed from there. “ Those could have been delivered here as well.” Wiggling my brows, I questioned Jai. “ No, those are only for me to see and cherish. Moreover, do you really want to get them delivered here and have them displayed for everyone?” Jai said while wiggling his brows. “ How sure are you that they won't be displayed at your place?” I asked him slyly. “ They won't be touched. No one will be brave enough to face the Prince's wrath. So they won't be.” We were walking with our arms conjoined and my head rested on his shoulder.

I went because I was sixteen in an institution full of people three to five years older than her who had grown up in a world with architecture I hadn't been given the map to, and standing outside that world out of pride was a luxury I couldn't currently afford. The Ashfield building's upper floor was the kind of space that communicated money through restraint — no chandeliers, just low amber lighting and clean lines and the kind of furniture that cost more than my mother's monthly rent while appearing to cost nothing at all. Thirty or so students. A bar setup in the corner that someone's family connection had clearly arranged. Music low enough to think over. I wore a fitted black turtleneck,

How it made his composed features even more striking, the way suffering always enhanced beauty. The warrior in Velis admired such restraint under pressure. The predator in him craved to see it shatter completely. Velis had endured countless of these empty rituals over the decades, parades of fattened nobles mouthing platitudes about peace while safely swaddled in privilege. But this one... this prince was different. He carried his lies like a penance. Wore his composure like a hairline-cracked mask. And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break.