Empty Room Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

His eyes a piercing red just like his mother was the only other feature that symbolises his status as he narrowed it towards the man who spoke out of line. "You... I did not give you permission to speak..." the young man said as he gritted his teeth, fists clenching as he glared at the man. "P-pardon my rudeness, Your Highness, Crown Prince William!" the man exclaimed, his pupils dilated and shaky as he immediately bowed. "... Sigh... Forget it. Just... leave. I've work to do." William said as he rubbed his creased temple, turning towards his study's window. "Then... pardon me..." the man said as he quickly left the room, leaving William alone in the silent space.

Without any further words, we walked away from the door. Unlike the 7th prince's room, this one was bright red in colour. This was Prince Satan's room. The prince of wrath. The room was huge and empty. We looked at each other as we didn't find the 6th prince. I spotted the second door and we walked that way. But before we could walk away, a huge force of air snapped us to the ground. We looked that way and found the 6th Prince, Satan standing in front of us. " Well, what do you owe to visit the Hell without your breakage of the soul?"

Let's not force ourselves Xania. “Hatching!” I sneezed and hugged myself at the same time. Why is there air conditioning in this room? Oh right, I’m in his ‘throne’. The prince is not allowed to sweat in the heat. Suddenly he stood up and turned off the aircon (air conditioner) of his office and closed some windows and at the same time he removed again this time his blazer and... Great. He laid that blazer on me like a blanket. Do you know why it's weird? Because it’s the badboy prince that is doing this. The monkey.

I still needed to catch him off guard, demanding he speak to me. The prince’s room was bigger than any of the other rooms I had been in. There was a large bed neatly made. A couch with a flat-screen television on the wall adjacent to it. A room-like closet filled with clothes and shoes. The balcony overlooked the pool and the ocean. Yeah, his room was made for royalty, alright.

The place smelled old and dusty and even by the dim light of torches, I could make out the cobwebs hanging from the high roof overhead. “I hope our rooms are clean,” Troy muttered, “or I’m camping in the woods.” I looked down at the cracked, slate-grey floor. “Yeah. I think I’d prefer that too,” I said. Troy looked down on me, his face pulled into a grim smile. “I tried to warn you.” Another man, this one dressed in a completely black suit, appeared from thin air and curtly bowed to Troy, then to me. “Prince,” he said. “Welcome home.”

But the tension in Prince’s posture, the way he grips the gun like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality, tells me he’s anything but okay. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” he snaps, his tone icy. “I can handle it.” I nod, swallowing back the urge to argue. Who is this guy, as it's not Max. Something about this doesn’t add up. Max never mentioned living with anyone. So who the hell is this guy? Prince brushes past me like the body at his feet is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Let the guys clean it up,” he says dismissively.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

"Nice to meet you." "And the-" he gestured to the twins but was stopped by them. "Fred," said one of the twins. "We want to be introduced last." continued the other. These guys are embarrassing. "Very well," Fred nodded and gestured to the prince, who I already started to dislike. "This here is Prince Ace Feradin from the Kingdom of Tordis. Please forgive him from his rudeness earlier." Instead of bowing, prince Ace nodded his head once. "By the way, that's PRINCE Ace for YOU"

iam laughing aryan : why you are missing me prince opened his eyes wide and asked prince : what you are doing here aryan : its my room prince : what aryan : yeah you heard right it's my room prince : then where is my cutie aryan : in her bed he seen inside iam laughing like a crazy fellow by looking them prince : why she is in your room aryan : this room belongs to both of us prince : seriously aryan : very seriously prince : great aryan : thank you

The party goes until 1:00 when everyone is kicked off of the beach and we’ve packed everything away. I slip in the elevator up to The Princes apartment. The doors open to a room full of warriors and in the centre is The Prince rattling off commands. Everyone’s heads snap to me when they catch my scent. “Thank The Goddess.” The Prince says and walks towards me. “What’s going on?” I ask. He says nothing but scoops me up so I have to wrap my legs around his waist. He buries his nose in neck to breathe my scent in while walking us into his bedroom. With heartbreaking gentleness he lays us down on the bed. His big frame engulfs me as I’m pressed into the mattress.