Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

The soldiers ran to cover him with an umbrella since it was raining so heavily. Ace walked straight to his mate's room, his heart pounded wildly in anticipation. To his disappointment, the room was empty and cold. "Perhaps she decided to spend the night with her mother."A frustrated sigh escaped from the prince's lips when he gave it a thought. The prince raked his wet hair roughly and walked out of the room. He opened the wooden mahogany door without care and walked inside his room. His eyes popped out when he looked at the bed, his little mate was sleeping peacefully.Ace felt jealous by the way she was hugging the pillow so tightly as if it was someone.

Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much. “Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince remarks, not sounding like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate your new family?”

"Thank you Clarita." She move to the door and leave me alone to get familiarize with the place once more. The glass windows are draped with lilac curtains in a very sophisticated fabric which only fits Royalty. The room is large with a set of couch on the other side and a wide screen television. It is both modern and classic at the same time. I began by picking up the shirt and sweat pants on the floor. Must be the clothes he wore. Wait, oh it seems that the Prince is not a boy anymore judging by the size of his clothes.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

I entered inside and he wasn't there He forgot to lock his room. I began to look at his things when suddenly there was a big bang that frightened the living daylights out of me I looked back to see the prince in a very bad state Prince: who are you and what are you doing here Me : geez, Prince Adrian what happened to you Prince: what happened to me, she happened to me Me: who is she? He began to move closer to me and I moved back He grabbed me and threw me to the bed Prince: if I tell you that I love you, what would you say

I needed to concentrate and then get ready for the show. I walked into the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was on the bed. A beautiful black guitar, with a golden ribbon bow tied around the neck. I ran over to him and saw that there were two gift boxes. One large and one small, in golden color and with a black bow on each. I took the guitar in my hands and slid my fingers slowly over the strings, producing a full-bodied, continuous sound that I loved. I placed it gently on the bed and went to open the larger package. I pulled the black bow and lifted the lid of the box, finding myself with a laptop and a cell phone. There was also an envelope with a note that said: My pri

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.

I guess the painkillers were working. But his body was still too hot. If only I could ice him down. I surveyed the dimmed room. His bedroom was… ridiculously opulent. I hadn't been in here before, And the house alone held memories of the first time I saw him get hard. Everything was pristine. The king-sized bed, the sleek, modern furniture, the ridiculously soft-looking pillows—it all screamed rich man with no time for clutter. Even his nightstand was organized, with a gold-rimmed clock, a single book, and the heavy scent of wealth and spices clung to the air, it was intoxicating and yet irresistible.

“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

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”