Prince Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

'That must be where he is hiding his secret' he thought within him as he took the form of an ordinary person, that could probably be seen as one of the aspirants in the institute while he trailed the prince quietly not acting anyway suspicious and sometimes making stops just to fool him that he was real in case if he turns around as his instinct leads. He kept following him till he stopped before a certain door that had a name and number inscribed boldly upon it, LILITH AMNELL 099. He stood far away and watched him enter the room casually like it was his. 'That must be it' he thought within him, now wondering how he can get the prince out of the room, so that he can find out what was hidden

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

What bs is this girl saying? I looked at her again only to see the crown prince and the second prince with their entourage approaching us. Both princes are good looking with their short dark blue hair and golden eyes but if you ask me, I prefer Prince Xavier's no arrogance aura than Prince Stefan's’ I'm a royalty bow down to me’ aura. Even though Prince Xavier is not the queen's child, he looked the same with Prince Stefan, you wouldn't think he's illegitimate. The only difference with the two is Prince Xavier looks could be said as pretty while Prince Stefan looks manly.

Prince was busy reading when PP returned. Greetings, Prince Isn't it true that I stayed so long? Please accept my apologies for leaving you alone. By the way, you made an unfinished comment about me, and I'd like you to finish it. What exactly did I say? You stated I'm fine, nice, and lucky, but you didn't finish the sentence. So, what if I'm fine? It denotes that you are attractive. So what if I'm beautiful? You've got something to hide, don't you? I'd like for you to be receptive.

He somberly said upon seeing the very exquisite beauty of his own wife hiding behind those veil she wore. “If that’s the majesty’s convictions, we believe it must be true. However, it’s hard to believe that loveliness is anywhere present to anyone in Teuton tribe.” Lord Sten said while Lord Troi agreed on him. They did not even consider princess Alminah to be in that department too. To their surprise, the majesty prince let a hearty laughed before slightly kicking the side of his stallion, moving forward. “Ye have no idea how lovely is my princess…no, it’s understatement. Jewels or rubies can’t be compared on how desirable she is.” The prince spoke which astounded both lords who were catchin

"Aerys, I understand that I have been strict with your friends so far with your visit, but I hope you understand that your friends have strong personalities and have been fighting for their own independence their whole lives. Particularly Rhaenyx, I needed to establish a control while they are in my kingdom. However, it didn't stop her from leaving my palace without permission, even with my son." "That man is your son?" Ambrose questioned. "Indeed, Ambrose is the sole Prince of my Kingdom. He is to become King once he matures, but I'm not willing to give up my throne just yet." "Wow, Rhae really knows how to grab on to royalty," Aerys snickered. "What do you mean?"

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s