Prince Ali Lyrics Novels & Stories

mocks the laughing voice. "You can't be at far with me, Amira! Stop with your stupid ambition!" "You're weak!" "You're a trash!" "You're a disgrace!" "Loser!!" "Princess Amira!" her father snaps causing her senses to come back. "Let me repeat myself, are you in any way stronger than princess Alianah?" Alpha Rowal asks once again.

“Of course. OH sing the song of the Dark Prince, Alexander the second. He brings victory to the lands, enemies drop at his feet where he passes. He is the warrior. The devil son. Ask not when the sun will rise, nor when the night would give in to day. Ask not when the fight would stop, nor when you will stop hearing the silent footsteps. For who is coming? It’s the Dark Prince. Ask not when the winds will stop blowing, nor when the trees would stop falling. Ask not when the windows will stop clanking, nor when you will stop hearing the bloodcurdling screams. For who is responsible? It’s the Dark Prince. Ask not when the sword would stop slicing, nor when the bloods will stop dripping. Ask no

His beard was shaved close to his face that bore a concerned look. "Are you okay?" He asked, the lilt in his words making them sound sweeter than honey. "Who are you?" Was the first thing she thought to say. "Oh, forgive my terrible manners. I am Prince Khalid of Shiv'ra. And who might you be fair maiden?" He asked. "I am Alicia, Your Highness." She said with a curtsy. "Alicia? No title?" His accent made her fake name sound even more beautiful to her. "No, Your Highness. I am but a humble maid." She said with her head down.

I expect him to force his lips to mine, but instead, he skims his lips over my cheek and barely whispers, "The Prince's beloved or not, I will eventually have a taste of you, my dear wolf..." My eyes go wide as he pulls back and smirks. He then walks over to stand in front of Ali. He slides his hands down her arms to her thighs. He then whispers something to her, and she slowly raises her shaky arms above her head, allowing him to grab the sides of her slave dress and pull it up and over her head, making her stand there with only her panties on.

Xavier prepared to lunge at the bulky man but then a loud voice stopped him. "Do not touch her Alfie",Prince Ali Khan ordered. There was a smile on his face, and Layla wondered if it was naturally plastered on his face. He looked like a snake ready to attack. Ali Khan slowly got up from his throne and walked down the stairs to stand beside his father. One hand lifted and rested lightly on the Sultan's shoulder. "Please father",he pleaded with the smile still fixed on his face. His eyes never left Layla's. "She is quite feisty, that I know. And obviously unaware of our customs. Forgive her impudence. I will break her until she becomes docile"

The only princes she had seen so far were the Third prince and the Seventh prince, those were the two princes she had seen and this lady was asking about the Fourth prince, she came to the wrong person. "And what about the Fourth prince?" She still decided to ask. "I heard the Fourth prince is very knowledgeable, thoughtful and handsome..." Aliana spoke with great enthusiasm but May cut her off as she started praising the Fourth prince. "So, you like the Fourth prince?" May cut her off. Aliana smile widened as she shyly nodded her head causing May snort as she rolled her eyes. She thought she had something important or better to tell her only for her to come here asking about the Fourth prin

🎶I know you think that you know me But you ain't even seen my dark side It's reserved for you only So, baby, do it right, do me right We can go all the time We can move fast, then rewind When you put your body on mine And collide, collide It could be one of those nights Where we don't turn off the lights Wanna see your body on mine. And collide,collide🎶 ***PRINCE’s POV*** The guards took the bastard away, now what am I going to do with this cry baby? I lifted my hand to her hair to brush it down and console her but I put my hand back,I shouldn’t make this so obvious.

ARIA My eyes widened in shock when I saw the ruthless alpha prince that is feared by everyone outside and inside the palace shed his tears right in front of me. “Alpha prince!” I exclaimed when I didn’t know what to do. “Alpha prince, what are you doing? I didn’t mean to say those words. I was not thinking. I am taking them all back.” How could I ever properly think of doing or saying something when he is slowly going into his knees while his tears keep pouring?

Elara looked down before anyone could see her face. She had known that. Everyone knew that. Hearing him say it still hurt in a way she had no right to feel. The priest's mouth tightened. "There was a reaction." Silence followed. Elara felt the room absorb the word, felt how quickly it settled on her even though he had not said her name. Failure. That was what she was now. Not forgotten. Not unseen, or even useless. Worse. A public failure tied to a prince. The Alpha's voice remained level. "Be careful what you declare before the elders have finished reviewing the ritual."

The happiness just a mask for my disdain. “Oh great Ahlai, Oh great Ahlai, Our Great Father’s line will never die! Our Great Father’s line will never die!” The song continues. The drums begin to crescendo to the conclusion. My feet stomping, spinning wildly until the song ends. The crowd applauds. I deep curtsy to the Prince and make my way back to the table. Alpha Rezaor’s descendants still sit in the Alpha house of Lunar Storm.