Prince Dancers Novels & Stories

"With whom? Those men?" His pupils narrowed. "Dance with me." Now, his gaze softened. "Will you?" His voice was a gentle whisper, and it was clear he hadn't asked anyone to dance with him before. But I couldn't help but doubt his sincerity. A prince who had lived so many years surely couldn't be asking for his first dance with me. "I don't have a dance card," I offered as an excuse. Only those privileged enough to dance with royalty received dance cards. I had seen a lady named Rossi wearing a red ball gown, and she had one, granting her the privilege of dancing with the Prince.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

‘Over to you komondor,’ said Taylor, the Komondor stood up close to the flat screened wall which produced different images of great and extra ordinary dancers from different parts of the world. Prince Ali Abdul, grandson of the king of Saudi Arabia, Super elastic, the acrobat, Mario Zayne, the Philipine, Evan Cole UK’s best dancer, Robin Kahn German, Tiger, U.S.A. Rick Ranchrodas, an Indian and Wesley Gibbs, former leader of the Phoenix. In fact, we were sending mails to everyone who is willing to bring down the Dance Empire and the Invincibles.

I'll just rely on my body memory and hope that works. "Lady Audrey, would you do me the honor of dancing with you?" A classmate said as he approached me and offered his hand. "The honor is all mine, Prince Xavier." I said after I gave a simple curtsy and held the offered arm. My partner is Xavier d'Allenscheid, the second prince born of a commoner. Polygamy is not allowed in this country that is he reason why Prince Xavier is being ostracize by other nobles. We practice dancing until Madam Margaret is satisfied with our result. I'm glad that my body memory started kicking in a few minutes after we started dancing. I have accidentally stepped on Prince Xavier's foot a number of times before I

It seemed as though the highlight of the party’s royal presence wore down as time progressed, but even so, a number of reputable bachelors of the kingdom asked the princess for a dance one after another to which she dutifully accepted for one sole reason only, and it was to be away from the prince who was sitting beside her in the royal table reserved by Duke Perdunn with the other royal councilors. The prince did however had a share of his own admirers. Although these pureblood maidens giggled and flirted on his sight, the prince only proved to them that the rumors of his insensitive nature were true. Either way, there was only one woman that his attention was directed at and it was the pri

'On to the next then,' Prince Deacon thought as he smiled polity at Princess Freda that was making her way over to him, ignoring all the glances from the other gentlemen. "Good evening Lord Deacon. You look dashing tonight," Princess Freda said, wrapping her gloved hand around his arm. "You are not going to meet your fated mate if you don't at least try," Prince Deacon whispered in her ear. “Take me for a spin across the dance floor,” Princess Freda asked, smiling sweetly. “Very well then,” Prince Deacon said, before leading her to the dance floor. They did not dance long before they got interrupted by Prince Adio. “May have this dance?”

And dancing and dancing. And when I’m not dancing I’m drinking. And avoiding both Ben and the Prince which is a much tougher than one would think. But it’s all okay once I’m swallowed by the dance floor.

, 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 gave them a token and asked them to go to the games. "Don’t go further okay." I said. I was surprised when the princesses pulled me towards the just dance. I immediately shook. "No, I don't dance." I said. "Ihhhh come on don't be KJ come on join us." Said Princess Anahita. They played Not Shy, and I just went with them on their trip because they really didn't want to let me go. Until they suddenly left the floor and left me alone. Princess Kayda called the boys and goodness when I tried to leave, they would block me so I did nothing but finish the dance.

The approaching figure of the Imperial prince to the lowly princess, leaving his audience stupefied. Camilla felt a presence beside her and raised her head. She stood up as she’d come face to face with Prince Fazan, his left hand extending to her. “May I have the first dance, princess?” It was more of a statement rather than a question, and she stared at him for a brief moment before finally taking his hand. He left her no choice in the matter, refusing an imperial prince would surely do her no good. He led her to the center as the music continued to play, and everyone returned to what they’re doing—stealing a glance every now-and-then.