Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

'That must be where he is hiding his secret' he thought within him as he took the form of an ordinary person, that could probably be seen as one of the aspirants in the institute while he trailed the prince quietly not acting anyway suspicious and sometimes making stops just to fool him that he was real in case if he turns around as his instinct leads. He kept following him till he stopped before a certain door that had a name and number inscribed boldly upon it, LILITH AMNELL 099. He stood far away and watched him enter the room casually like it was his. 'That must be it' he thought within him, now wondering how he can get the prince out of the room, so that he can find out what was hidden

But sooner than I expected, the fear had eased. I realized immediately that Prince Zira wasn’t like his brother. There was no cold rage in his eyes, no underlying threat in his voice, just easy conversation and a warmth I hadn’t felt in years. —————— FLASHBACK He had dragged me inside and closed the door behind us with a soft click that still made my stomach flip. I stood frozen in the middle of the room, unsure of how to act. Unintentionally I looked at his room and I was surprised. His room was nothing like I had imagined. It was lavish, yes, but in a sophisticated way. He had dark wood furniture, shelves lined with books and small artifacts, a massive TV mounted on one wall, and soft ligh

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

I wanted to tell them to stop, but the door burst open, and the prince walked in. Come to think of it, this room is the biggest I have ever seen or been in in my life. Am I dreaming or something? The door is a bit far away, and the room is so spacious that it's also in my favorite color. Could this all be a coincidence? "Sister! My poor little sister! You're finally awake!" the prince said happily, and the others stepped back as he reached my bed. I couldn't say anything as I tried to study his facial features. He was handsome as hell. His skin was so elegant and smooth; his features and everything else could only scream royalty.

Argon says to Zedrick after the prince left, both feeling sorry for the princess. The prince changed into clothes he got from his chief knight and attached a beard to his face. With a cap on his head and an amber bottle in his hand, he looked like a king’s guard off for an errand. He headed to Princess Thalyn’s assigned room and knocked on the door for a while. Hearing no response, he let himself in and scanned the room. With no sign of her, he left the bottle on a stand and turned around to leave before noticing a wooden chest with the Yvedran royal's sigil on it—the plumb.

Her current world was almost blown as a giggling scream to almost everyone’s attention. “Mike!” Hearing his name as the girls rush out just to gaze at the face of their prince and in return almost push her down and splat onto the floor. Everyone’s sight is all pinned to the Princes that no one of them had the idea that they would come. Most especially towards their ultimate prince that as cold as he is, the very concept of party and mingling with others is outside the realm of his dictionary and clearly announces it on the very first day of his freshmen year. Every girl almost fainted as their dream to see and be with their prince is already here right in front of their face.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?