Prince Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

But it was not the King Regent who captured my attention. It was him. Prince George. The pictures in the media, the painted portraits, the royal articles… none of them had prepared me for the sight of him in person. He stood tall, dressed in royal navy and gold, his presence powerful yet calm. His hair was the color of midnight, his jawline sharp, and his eyes oh, those eyes held a secret, a storm, and a strange gentleness all at once. The sun caught the edge of his smile, and I knew right then that the media had done him no justice.

The man was slightly stunned to enjoy the beauty in his shackles. "Damn it!" He cursed then for some reason. Big wet purplish eyes, with a sharp nose and red lips slightly parted, sobbing holding back tears. ‘Beautiful. Very beautiful,’ the man thought. The Prince's eyes began to fall down the girl's neck. The pretty neckline couldn't help but make the handsome man gulp. Again, his eyes explored the girl's body, then his eyes stopped on the cleavage framed by the maxi dress with a low cleavage. Dense and full, made the Black Prince's libido suddenly rise.

"Bring it to my bedroom. I could smell the prince's scent, which was mixed with the smell of shampoo, a pleasant mix and when I stepped into the bedroom, I froze, my eyes flying open and all colour draining from my face at the sight before me. He stood there, his broad muscular back was towards me, from those bulging arms to his narrow waist… Every angle of his defined sexy body was on display. The man may be terrifying, but even I knew that he was extremely handsome, right down to his ass buns, and somehow, I couldn’t look away, even though my head was screaming at me to unfreeze and turn. Goddess… But, if there were an award for the sexiest butt in the world, I think the prince would win h

He would most likely be tired and hungry when he got back. Grayson had informed me that the girl McQueen had been talking about was his “beard” and her name was Selene. I looked her up and found that she was a pretty light skinned girl who had a successful modelling career. They looked good together but i wasn't sure who had come up with this idea and if i really was on board for it. What if she was only pretending to be lesbian so that she could get with him? If I voiced these thoughts would he be pissed or not, it just was all a bit too pretentious for my liking but for now i was going to let it go.

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.

"No! I don't understand what he's saying!" At this time all the attention of the Princess and the noble girl broke into four camps. The first camp was girls who liked Prince Keith's graceful charisma, the second camp was girls who admired Prince Nathan's kindness and gentleness, the third camp was a girl group who liked Prince Samuel's assertiveness and the last and the most shocking was a group of women who were madly in love at the mysterious and dark aura of Fotia's crown prince, Aiden Val Hedros whom they rated as the most visually beautiful. In an instant, Aiden made the women fall asleep and competed to think about it even though he no longer appeared after welcoming the arrival of Kin

Was it their conversation or was it the exquisite beauty of the human and his melodious laugh? The Prince was dressed in one of his old robes. It was a mix of white and sea green with the embroidery of peacock feathers around the edges and sleeves. The colour added more life to the hue of his skin and more brightness to his emerald coloured eyes. His russet curls were a bit wet around the tips due to sweat. It was actually a long distance from the castle to the ancestral burial ground. But it didn't dampen Prince Ron's beauty. Coupled with how happy he was, he gave off this healthy attractive glow.

he repeated and she turned her head, looking up at him with an amused smile on. “You’re impossible, Asahd,” she chuckled lowly. “You’re actually begging to do it to me?” “Yup. I’m not ashamed to admit it,” the Prince mused and goosebumps covered Saïda’s skin. “I want more of you, Saïda. I want to taste you in the most sensual way.” “Asahd I can’t let you see me, nude. That’s way too much for me. It’s not possible, so stop insisting,” she told him.