A Prince's Silent Wait Novels & Stories

Prince’s eyes widened, and he instinctively began to back away, but Justin slid behind him, pressing a hand to his waist. Justin leaned in, his lips brushing Prince’s ear. "My Prince," he murmured, low and teasing. Prince’s chest heaved as Justin’s hands traced his body, leaving him flushed and trembling. His gaze flicked toward Sebastian, wide with unease. "The one meant for you will arrive soon," Prince said, shifting nervously, attempting to avoid Justin’s touch. Justin chuckled softly, amused. "Why wait for someone else when we..." Justin paused, inhaling sharply, letting his face graze Prince’s neck. His eyes darkened with intent. "Don’t worry, my Prince. It won't hurt."

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

The Master of Ceremonies' voice cut through his internal agony like a blade through silk. Caelum's mouth had gone dust-dry. Words tangled in his throat like thorns in velvet. All ten waited. The court behind him held its breath. They saw only duty etched in noble lines across his face. Not the self-loathing. Not the grief that carved hollows in his chest. Just the prince. The bridge between worlds. The perfect, bloodless instrument of necessary evil. "Forgive me," he whispered—so softly the words were lost among the rustling banners above.

But all I can hear is quiet. This would be really stupid if he didn't show. I'd feel so foolish. I had been so sure this would coax the prince from hiding, but as the minutes tick by and there's no sign of him, my confidence fades. "What if he doesn't show?" I whisper to Ambrose. "Then it was an admirable attempt," he says back. His voice is calm but I can tell by his demeanor that he's just as on edge as I am. The anticipation is killing us. The food in front of us grows cold, the wine untouched. The pack waits in silence.

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

the king graciously responded, his face adorned with a bright and expansive smile that exuded warmth and sincerity. The maidservants moved across the room with the grace of swans, silently serving a sumptuous breakfast fit for royalty. As the delicately-prepared dishes were placed before them, the princes found themselves deep in thought, eagerly anticipating the king's forthcoming words. However, to their surprise, he remained silent, fully engrossed in the delectable meal laid before him. Prince Roderick and Maximus exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by their brother's uncharacteristic behavior.

Bee was overjoyed as she walked up to the phone and received it; keeping it on her ears she tried to hear the other side but to her surprise it was as silent as a graveyard. Bee pushed the phone closer into her ears but it was still silent; how can Prince Charming be this silent. The girl didn’t mind as she cheerfully greeted, “Prince Charing, how are you today.”

The silence on the other end stretched. And then Win said what I didn’t want to hear, “What are you going to do about your prince?”

“Cause I know you would freak out.” Her cheeks reddened. “Alright, yeah.” “I’ll wait for you behind the library. Please use the back gate. The paps are standing in the front.” “Those fuckers...Alright I’ll be there” His voice was as cheerful as the sunshine that filtered through the window, and the bartender found herself smiling. Her cheeks hurt from all that. “Twenty minutes,” The Prince repeated. “I’ll be there." The line went dead. *** To read exclusive bonus chapters of your favourite characters follow me on Patreon: San2045