A Prince's Silent Wait Novels & Stories

“Live a little, My Prince. Does your human truly only wishes to fuck one person your whole life? Try it out before you’re tied.” Chris chewed on his lip, his arousal straining against his fitted trousers. He knew she could feel it, it was much too obvious against her backside. Was this what other packs did? Was it common to not wait for your mate? She pressed harder against him, making a gasp leave his lips, “Think what it would feel without the clothes,” her seductive tone went straight to his balls. He gripped her stomach, pulling her flush against him, “Go outside, wait for me around the corner to the left,” he growled into her ear. She giggled and broke away from him, giving him a small

Seeing that the prince didn't say anything, Luna Zoe continued to plead with him. As for me, I was starting to feel nervous. I stared at Prince Thomas, fearing that he would change his mind. I knew that as long as Vivian was around me, I couldn't be at peace. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the prince as they waited for him to make the final judgment. The prince just looked at me silently. His eyes were so sharp that they sent a chill down my spine. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Okay." I froze and looked at Prince Thomas in disbelief.

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Maybe the truth is much simpler: he hates me. The room falls silent again, heavy with tension. Neither of us moves or speaks. I sit there, waiting, my nerves stretched thin. The moment footsteps echo outside the door, my body tenses instinctively. Prince stands, his posture rigid, his arms crossed over his chest like he’s bracing for whatever’s coming. “Prince, don’t do anything stupid,” I hiss under my breath, but he doesn’t respond. He stands firm, his glare sharpening as the door creaks open. The men step inside, their movements deliberate. Prince’s jaw clenches, and his voice rings out, defiant and unwavering.

I wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but I decided to remain silent because the prince seemed so engaged in whatever the other person was saying to him over the phone. It felt like I could see his expression visibly transform as he continued listening, and I was convinced that something had gone wrong. Suddenly, as if to confirm what I had thought, prince Leonard stood up from his seat before his eyes shifted to stare directly at my face. I could not fully understand the silent message that he was sending to me, but I could feel his urgency and that made me also stand up from my seat. The prince disconnected the call before he stared directly at my face. “We have to go, right now,” he

Silvia and Prince walked to the entrance and was immediately stopped by the security guard. Prince was so anxious that he wanted to rush over and beat the security guard up. "You..." Silvia grabbed him and said, "Prince, you and Lemur should wait outside. I will contact you if there is anything." Prince raised his voice, "Boss, no! Absolutely not!" Silvia looked at her wrist and said, "Give me 20 minutes. If I don't contact you in 20 minutes, help me contact someone." Prince asked in a hurry, "Who?"

They hang in the chamber, waiting to strike again. The silence after Kian’s outburst hangs thick as smoke. Every eye is fixed on the throne, waiting. My heart pounds in my ears, torn between dread and a strange, shameful thrill at Kian’s audacity. At last, the king rises. Slowly, deliberately, like a storm gathering strength. His gaze locks on Kian, and the air itself seems to still. “Prince Kian.” His voice rolls through the hall, deep and commanding. “You forget yourself.”

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

Her paper white lips now a shade of barely there pink. Shahzain sat beside his sister's bed waiting for her to make a move, a sound, or anything that would make his day better. His eyes on his phone while his mind on high alert to detect even the slightest of movement in her body. It was long after an hour that his eyes caught the sound of her shaky breath and his eyes widened. He gaze sat his sister who moved her head just the slightest with a frown settling between her brows. "Dua?" He involuntarily asked placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, she groaned almost inaudibly and her brown eyes fluttered open.