Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

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,"

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

He feels his cock throb in his princely garb, and he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment before forcing himself to focus on the fact that he did not know where Noelle had stashed the stolen moon and as such, could not recover, return it or even right all that is currently wrong with their entire world. After working almost all night, going from meeting after meeting with his father, the King of Evergreen, the Prince finally gets time off. He walks into his room at the wee hours of the morning all exhausted and even a little famished. The usual bread and fruit tray lies beautifully in his room, and he takes some grapes off and throws them into his mouth, munching tiredly but gr

"Everything is going as planned, can't complain." "How is the prince?" Agnes asked. "I'm not sure as I barely see him." "Does he have no interest in you?" Evelyn asked. "No he doesn't he has Princess Nadia and I think they are a match made in heaven." Aurora tried to sound neutral but those words were choking her for some odd reason. "I saw you serving them yesterday." Lucy counted her. "It's my job I'm afraid." "Who was the handsome man that approached you yesterday?" Lucy asked.

“I meant it! I expected more velvet and plush cushions. This is all upscale hipster.” The Prince's mouth curled up at the corners. “Wow, you thought I'd surround myself with velvet and cushions? What am I? Sixty?” He dryly remarked. “No, but you are Royal Prince. In all honesty—“ She cut herself off, plopping on of the outdoor chairs. “I thought you would have all velvety and expensive crystal. Children fear to enter your room because you are scary.” “Very funny.” Tristan put a plate in front of her and sat down himself. She eyed him as he pulled the chair closer, how his lashes fluttered along, sunlight turning their tips golden, and his cheekbones were prominent. For a brief time, she let

Asahd smiled and stared out his window. “Would you like some champagne, Sir?” a flight attendant asked and the Prince replied. “Sure. Thank you,” he grabbed a glass but then stopped the attendant. “Please is there alcohol in this?” “Yes, sir.” “Oh, thank you but I’d rather some orange juice,” he put the glass back and the attendant nodded. “Right away, sir,” and with that, she left. He looked at a sleeping Saïda again and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. Then he took her hand in his.

Jane “You need to get some fresh air. You can’t just stay in your room like a house rat,” I said, trying to persuade Prince to go outside. “I’m fine. I don’t need to go outside. My room is comfortable, and enough fresh air is passing through, so please leave,” he said stubbornly. “You can’t just stay in your room without coming out.”

He puts up plain white long sleeves, black gloves, and brown pants with black boots. 'Creak' The sound of an opening door echoes, and accidentally they didn't expect to open their doors in unison. The Ladies capture an eye to the Prince's appearance so as the Prince to them. Their features soften as they take a step forward to exit their rooms. "You look dashing, Your Highness." Lady Paisley praises the Prince, chuckling at her blabbering mouth. The Prince smug and tells. "You two look equally sophisticated in that casual dress."

Prince said, “That's not a problem, I won't offer you what you don't like, but your favorite,” Jessica said, “When do you want us to go out,” Prince asked, “Is today convenient for you,?“ Jessica asked, “I'm not busy today, we can make It a date,” Prince said, “Can you freshen up now, so that we can go on time,” Jessica asked, “Yeah,” Prince said, and he stood up, walked Into the washroom, bath, dressed up, and he said, “here we go, Shall we,?“ Prince said,

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.”