Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

Probably because I pretty much rushed in, I wasn’t able to realize but it looked different. It looked cluttered, very unfamiliar bags and objects filling my once empty spaces. My bed side table was also filled with strange products, my bed having an extra pillow and new sheets in a very ugly color. What was going on? I definitely wasn’t in the wrong room, was I? I got the answer to my question few seconds later as before I could go through the unfamiliar things in my room, the broken door was swung open to reveal the Prince. I knitted my eyebrows as I watched him stroll into my room rather too comfortably. No excuses were taken or permissions were given and yet he had the audacity to walk in

With that she turn and leave the room, leaving them all speechless. The Prince stood up without uttering either of them a word and walk out. He went directly to lift and punch to the 48 floor where his office is. After some seconds, the lift open as he march out trying to breath, a weird sound was coming out of his mouth as he try hard to get the air to his lung. He feels as if the whole place is closing down on him and the air is squeeze out of him. The place was quite which indicate that no one is there, he manage to get to his office then struggle to open the door. Out of no where, the door open from the inside.

"And Ms. Emerson? She didn't let them off easily." Josh felt a chill run down his spine as Alex dropped the bombshell. "Lucky for you, Ms. Emerson has a sixth sense for these things, and this guy's crescent is exactly where she wants it, down to the millimeter. "Sit tight. If he's the chosen one, you're not just off the hook for the seven million five hundred thousand bucks. Your buddy's gonna roll out the red carpet, and you'll be living the high life together."

My heart pounds as I raise my hand and knock softly. “Come in,” he calls, his voice smooth but a little strained, like honey with a hint of poison. I push the door open, and my breath catches in my throat. The room is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners, but the sight before me is a jarring shock that steals the air from my lungs. He’s there, the Prince, powerful and commanding, but it’s not the regal image I expected. He’s fucking a maid, bent over the table, her cries mingling with the rhythm of their bodies.

I need to gather some key information about the packs if I want to win this competition, right? "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am your host for the night. My name is Kael Draven, and I am the second prince." I quickly turned to look at the person because, as far as I know, the King and Queen have only one son, so the second prince is... because... Before I could think about anything further, his Green eyes landed on my face, and I felt like someone had slapped me hard on my face.

It must be a very important case for her to do so now. “You must be wondering why I called you here. The crown prince just made a reservation for dinner tonight. He canceled the reservation he made for this morning and just shifted it to this night. I want everything to be perfectly clean. I do not want to lose my job for any of your mistakes.” She warned harshly before she dismissed everyone. Everyone started whispering and talking to each other trying to figure out the reason the prince would leave exquisite dishes and come eat in a restaurant. “Claire, you're on cooking duty and you'll help them in serving too. Everyone start preparing to cook and don't forget, he hates mashed potatoes, e

"I'm happy you're the man I get to spend my whole life with," I whisper, "I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else." "That’s good, because you can't have anyone else. No other homeless man," he mutters, making me frown. "I mean, I know that's your type." "Shut up," I growl and punch his arm. "You're not homeless, Mr. Alpha Prince. This place is huge." "Hey, I didn't lie about that. I told you my family was rich," he defends himself, "But I really didn't have a home in Dharma, so technically I was homeless."

I was already in front of the door of King Valor's room. Unlike before, it was difficult for me to enter, now I don't have to speak or knock because it was the soldiers who opened the door so that I could enter completely. They also closed immediately when I was inside. I rolled my eyes across the room. I only got three soldiers there. No Prince Nesh. "Where is Prince Nesh?" I asked the soldier next to me to stand up and just look straight at the emptiness. "The Prince has only been in the bathroom for a moment," he replied.

Said Hayden, concern in his tone. “I don’t like small spaces,” gasped Titan, sweeping sweat off his brow. “You can go outside if you want!” Offered the Prince. “Cory can levitate you!” “I can’t-,” began Titan, his voice shaky. “It’s ok,” said the Prince. Titan didn’t need to be told a third time. He scrambled out of the room and back into the high-ceilinged room. Hayden could hear his Beta calling out to Cory to levitate him out of the grotto. Hayden was crouching in the small stone room. His hair brushed against the ceiling. He saw no sign of a sword.

"Lunch will be ready soon — your Prince only takes his special tea for breakfast." "What?" I suddenly remembered I'd been ordered to return and clean his room. "I have to go. I haven't finished my assignment, and I don't want trouble on my first day. We'll talk later." I stood and rushed toward Prince Pavan's quarters. When I reached his chamber, I let myself in. Luckily, he hadn't returned yet. Looking around, I noticed something I'd missed earlier — the entire room was decorated in black. The bedsheets, the curtains, the furniture, almost everything carried some shade of it.