Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

"What is this? Why am I here?" "We are going to prepare you for the seven-night of fruitfulness," The old lady said. "What is the seven-night of fruitfulness," I asked puzzled. "The prince and you will mate for seven nights for a child. It is a ritual done in the royal house" "But I just got here. Am I not going to meet with the king?" "It doesn't matter. The sooner the better and you will meet the king at dawn" she turned to look at one of the black-haired maid who never stopped smiling even when the others did. "Take off her dress"

Suppressing a groan, I reluctantly pull away from Jessica, noticing the blush creeping along her cheeks, and I grin. “I will see you tonight, Princess. Make yourself at home, and let me know if you find a room you want to make into your office and art room. We can get it put together however you want.” I say, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her blush darkening does not go unnoticed, and my grin turns into a smirk. It seems my innocent Princess is not so innocent after all.

A young man, barely nineteen, froze in the doorway, confusion plain on his face. "Uhm..." he stammered, swallowing hard. His eyes traced their bodies before darting away. Justin stepped toward him, and the man cleared his throat. "Sorry, I interrupted," he muttered. Justin’s voice sharpened. "What happened? What does Silvio take us for? Fools? He drugged our drinks," he said, calming slightly but still tense. "Then left us here, waiting for God knows who." The young man raised his hands defensively. "Sorry. We had a minor crisis. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Prince, a housekeeper sent by Silvio’s right hand, Evan, to ask you to hold on a little."

The air smells clean - cedar and soap- wrong in the worst way. I jolt upright. This isn’t my dorm. I look around, heart hammering. The room’s big- too big- with a glass wall stretching from floor to ceiling. Dawn light bleeds through, soft and grey, glinting off polished marble floors and a sleek black rug. There’s a bed, a dresser, a chair facing the window. No clutter. No personal touches. No trace of who lives here. It’s the kind of place that looks expensive but unlived in- sterile, careful.

And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break. His fangs slipped down, scraping the inside of his lip. Hunger flared hot in his veins, sharp enough to taste. But the ache in him was not simply for blood. It was for the moment of undoing—for the exquisite instant when the prince's control would snap and all that hidden fire would come pouring out. What would you be like beneath the silk and ceremony, little prince? His imagination painted delicious alternatives: Prince Caelum not in state robes but stripped of pretense entirely. That commanding voice reduced to something honest and raw. All that noble restraint melting under careful, deliberate pressure.

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

“The prince has given his order. From now on, you will reside in this chamber. It’s entirely yours.” The eunuch opened the door and she saw a large chamber with a king sized bed in the middle, covered in silk bedding, the ceiling was also higher than her previous room with middle eastern styled carving on the ceilings. The floor was made from marble and she could see various lavish decorations adorning the room. “His majesty Prince Hamza has given this room for you. It’s yours now.” The eunuch said with a polite bow. When she stepped inside the room, it was like stepping into a completely different world.

She lies with her chest and cover her body with a sheet except for her back which is bare while the maid massages it "My princess, Prince Craig is here" another maid who just walk inside the room announces Sally pause with her hum and there was a silent for a while before she speaks up "Let him in" she orders "Yes my princess" the maid obeyed at once and bow her head before leaving and not less than a minute a tall, young handsome man walks in. He has a long black hair and the azul coloured eyes which makes him more handsome He dressed so classic with many costumes which shows that he is a prince with his long robe sweeping the floor. He smirks seeing the beautiful lady in front of him

he asked, “I will be taking my leave now your highness, he bowed again, leaving her in silence, and at the door, he was met with the last person he had wanted you to see even if he was on his turf, it was the crown prince, who was shirtless, that just stared after him from the second floor of the manor, his eyes glowing red, Edwin could feel the intent to kill, he knew he was in his territory and left immediately

Light poured out the curtains, and the bed looked like a double king sized one with drapes all around it. "It's beautiful," Nine breathed out as she looked around. Yet, the voice that spoke wasn't the soft one or the maid that had brought her there. "It is, isn't it?" She turned swiftly to the door now. At it's hinges, stood the Crown Prince with a kind smile on his face. "I called your name for a few seconds to announce your presence but you didn't reply. Sorry if I startled you," Nine stared for a whole minute before quickly bowing. "Your Highness,"