Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

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.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

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,"

"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.

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.