I Hope You Dance Prince Novels & Stories

, he offered his hand, “Do you care for a dance?” “Well…” “I will take that as a yes”, he interjected. “No I can’t…” He pulled her along with him, not giving her time to refuse, “Just a little dance won’t hurt…” *** Dylan watched from where he stood as Cleopatra was literally whisked away by the prince on to the dance floor. He balled his hands into a fist. She was yet to be his and he already had to share, first was with some long haired homeless man and now with a prince. Not just any prince but the prince of Salvador. Dylan studied his perfect features, gold brown hair and green eyes. He almost looked girly with all the perfect dress and hair and everything.

I replied " I promise, After the war, I will give you my Son " Suddenly, Radiant Moon appears in front of us both. "Iya ni tambayar Iron Coyote a dance, na Sarauniya?" (Might I ask the Prince for a dance, Princess?) I look at Prince and frowm. He doesn't seem like he wants to dance with his close family friend, but He wasn't saying no to her so in anger "Of course you may."

Obviously, I accepted without hesitating a single second. Without wasting any time, I took his soft and large hand that he held out to me. We positioned ourselves in the middle of the dance floor, and immediately the musicians started to play. It's a good thing I've been taking dance lessons since I was a kid, I thought. I couldn't imagine the humiliation I would suffer, if I accidentally stepped on the Prince's foot. I would probably be buried alive, and no one would ever see me again. Being so close to Harlan gave me a pleasant feeling of protection. I felt like I was one with him. I knew we were meant to be together. It was meant to be mine and not Thetia's. Besides, I had never wondered

I couldn't stop asking. I swallowed when his face darkened. not happy with my question. He's being possessive and irrational; maybe it's not right if even among his echelons he denies me. The prince sighed, "Of course." he answered. I was surprised by his answer and smiled. "I know you'll dance some elites and royals here. Let's be fair." His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?" "You're a prince. You are supposed to dance with the most beautiful girl here, someone elite or royal." There was sadness in my voice because it wasn't me.

I threw a sideways glance at my parents and I could just imagine the surprise and relief on both their faces. The young man led me to the dance floor and we started moving our bodies to the music. 'I am Prince Lyndon Woods of the Borderline Park', he said. 'It is a privilege dancing with you, Princess Iris'. 'Oh, I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Prince Lyndon', I replied. We danced for a while and I felt him staring at me. 'Do I have anything on my face?' I asked suddenly. 'What?' he asked shocked, then laughed. 'No, I was just wondering if you would want allow me court you?'

She grins as she takes my hand. “You look absolutely breathtaking.” “And you look handsome, my prince. The dress, thank you.” I lean in and kiss her lips softly before leading her into the center of the room. “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri begins to play. “May I have this dance, Princess?” She nods; I swoop her into my arms and begin to slow dance to the music. “Thank you, Hanibanchi, I’m so happy.” I kiss her lips.

“Just picture it: you and me, dancing at prom, everyone staring at us because we look so good together.” Tiffany rolled her eyes, but the image lingered in her mind, uninvited. She shook her head, trying to dispel it. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to fall for your charm just because you think you’re some kind of prince.” “I don’t think I am a prince. Far from it,” he shot back, his tone challenging. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t win my princess.”

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.

And then he did something that made my skin crawl with both dread and anticipation. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my cheek as he whispered, "Then dance for me, sweetheart." My lips parted in shock. "What?" He pulled back, his smirk widening, pure, twisted amusement gleaming in his eyes. "You heard me," he said. "You wanna save him?" He tilted his head toward Caleb, who was barely holding himself up. "Then I wanna see what’s so damn special about you that men keep fucking crawling back for more. Don't worry Princess, this club is mine, no one would come in because you're dancing naked for me."

“Your highness, this servant is the son of the head of the Daffodil’s District, my name is Sawyer Logan.” “ It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Logan.” The princess then tipped her head as she prepare herself to have her exit. “May I be bold to ask her highness, a dance?” ‘A dance?’ ‘A DANCE!? THIS MAN ASK ME TO DANCE?’ She was surprised by the sudden request from such man of high standing. ‘Well, I am a princess, but then!!?!’ “Well I---” she was cut off when the man had touched her hand and pulled her into the dancefloor.