I Hope You Dance Prince Novels & Stories

Still, he kept tormenting him. All of this had just been for his attention, just to be a friend, but the Prince— All the Royals, just had sticks up their ass. They cared for no one unless you were important and because he wasn't, he had been tossed away like he was not a person. So why should he care if they were falling off their high chairs? He was going to watch them fall and break their necks and laugh. At least, that had been the plan. "Skye!"

"It's the chemistry with the prince you lack the most." Archer, the one playing the prince extended his hand, and I placed mine in his, our fingers intertwining. The dance began, and the haunting melody once again shrouded the studio. I nodded, my focus shifting to Archer as the haunting strains of the music began. He held me with a practiced ease, his touch firm yet gentle. We moved in harmony, each step a delicate conversation between our bodies. Archer's eyes held a distant intensity, his gaze imitating the essence of the Prince's longing.

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.

Got me out if the dumps Even now as I stood here next to the most devastatingly handsome man I couldn't even convince myself to be the eccentric yuyu roman the orchestra started a slower song of music, and before I knew it, couples started making their way to the dance floor. I didn't think. I just acted. I held out my hand. "Dance with me." Creed hesitated, glancing around. "Yuki, I—" "You can't say no," I cut him off. "It's a party. You're wearing a tux. I'm wearing this stupid dress. It's practically an obligation."

“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?”