I Hope You Dance Prince Novels & Stories

Hope looked up from her dolls, waving one with a bright pink dress. “Daddy! Look! Princess Hope is saving the day again! She’s fighting the evil king who wants to take the kingdom!” Ethan forced a warm laugh, the sound rich and comforting despite the storm raging inside him. “That’s my girl. Always saving the day. Show me how she defeats him, princess.” Hope stood up, acting out the scene with dramatic flair, swinging her doll like a warrior. “She says, ‘You can’t take my family! Love is stronger than chains!’ And then she kicks him really hard!”

The first dance of Daisie’s coming-of-age party was with her brother, Colton. The two of them danced in the center of the crowd, and she was shining like a star under the lights—they looked like the prince and princess of a fairy tale. After a dance, the lights in the hall dimmed all of a sudden. Nobody knew why, but they thought it was all arranged. At that moment, a silhouette approached Daisie. He stopped behind Daisie and extended his hand humbly and politely. “Your Royal Highness Princess Goldmann, may I have the following dance?”

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.

"It was a wonder you two weren't fucking, with how close you were dancing," Prince bites out, the coldness in his voice sending chills through my body. And the menacing look in his eyes makes me cower and start to regret what I've done. I turn to look at the man who just danced with me. He groans in pain, trying to get up with difficulty. "But as you can see, it was just a dance," I say defiantly, matching his glare as I make my point. I'm surprised that I can still talk back to him. Girl, it might be the effect of the alcohol.

He smiled at her excited face, "You once told me that you want to be like those princesses in those stories. So, I want to make you a princess in real life. Mi Mi you really are a princess in my life. Like in those stories where a prince comes to rescue the princess, you as the princess came to rescue me." The younger me laughed, "So, you are saying I am your prince." He laughed, "You can say that. By the way, the thing I prepared for you is a dance. The couple dance that the prince and princess do at the parties in the stories." She became excited, "Really, can we do that dance?" Lin smiled and nodded. He put one hand on his shoulder and held the other in his hand. He put his other hand on

"But although he is busy, he must have showed up even just for a few moments since everyone is expecting him." "Or it could be he's just late," Thiara justified the first prince's action. Later on, the dance part started and a man asked to dance with Thiara. She hesitated to go at first but I assured her I would be fine. As I said, I don't to be a burden to anyone, someone who needs to be taken care of, or who needs to be watched. Besides, this is one of the most awaited night in this kingdom. I don't want her to lose the chance of enjoying herself.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

“And that's worse.” “She trusted me... with you.” “Don't.” The prince's voice dropped to a warning. “Don't you dare speak like she tethered us together. She was the only thing that held me together. And now... now she's gone, and I'm barely still breathing.” “She wanted you to live,” Nikolai said. “She wanted me to LET GO,” the prince spat. His hands trembled. “You know what her last words were? Not ‘I love you.’ Not even ‘forgive me.’ Just…” he broke, voice brittle, “LET HIM IN.”

“You are truly hope for my master. He hardly shows his human side.” ★★★ “The forth prince has given these dresses to all dancers,” Saida announced to them as the dresses were passed among the dancers. “The Prince has once again proven that he is not what people say he is. He can actually feel. When you see him thank him for this.” Hope sighed staring at the piece of clothing in her hands. The dress was beautiful but it had a slight problem. It was backless and her back isn’t pretty at the moment. It looked like rotten blue cheese.

“Cayden still living up there then?” I blinked. “If you know he’s with the Priory, then you know he goes by Thefros now.” He nodded, still smiling. “So, taking her to meet the family?” “Not quite.” Oscar leaned back and studied me with too much interest. “What are you going to do when she finds out you’re a prince? That you’ve been dragging her deeper into a world she never asked for?” I stayed quiet, jaw tightening. “What if she doesn’t want to go back with you?” he added, more softly this time. “What if she wants to stay here? Would you give it up, the title, the crown, all of it for her?”