Prince Dancers Novels & Stories

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

The sound of the drums followed again, and behind the king appeared three young men and a beautiful girl with tufts of snow. For the screaming to rise again. "God, have mercy on me." Damontry rolled her eyes. She looked again at the princes to notice that they were only four, and bent down a little to whisper to Danielle. "They are four, where is the Fifth Prince!" No sooner had she finished her sentence than a huge gray wolf appeared in the middle of the princes. "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness, the Prince and Crown Prince, William Jong-in." In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background.

Then prince Satchell bowed extending his right arm and asked, "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?" Ives was shocked along with everyone. They hadn't dared to ask Ives on the dance because they knew his highness would kill them but prince Satchell was too daring. Ives was slightly drunk and smiled. Why doesn't he let taste his highness his own medicine? Ives smiled as he placed his hand on the prince's hand and said, "Sure."

He realised. Why did he agree to spend the last two hours in her sole company? Fuck. As if he wasn’t already trying to keep his control. The Prince really wanted to twine his hands into the mess of her gorgeous locks, cascading down her back. He also wanted to dance his fingers down the curve of her spine and slide them underneath her top. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Seeing this couple, people began to pay attention as Nathania and Princess Sofia began to dance to the sound of beautiful music. Seeing his future fiancé dancing with another man, Prince Keith was getting annoyed. He didn't know what had happened to him and why he was so angry? since Aiden refused to shake his hand and instead approached Nathania and now, Princess Sofia prefers to dance with Nathania. That made him even more angry and ready to be exploded.

Having small fun won’t matter that much. “Sure, have fun” I said. They smiled happily and stood up from their throne. I watched as they both went down the stairs holding hands. Everyone watched them as they got to the dancing floor. When Zira saw them, she smiled, dragging them by their hands, and they just started twirling in circles. I smiled, well they know how to dance. That was what they learnt first as princes. “Aren’t they cute?” My mind linking Silver.

(SMUTTY SCENE AHEAD, SKIP IF NOT PLEASED) Princess Reda flunged Dama around all the dancing. "Jesus Christ! I never knew you were such a good dancer." Dama hissed when she almost fell. Princess Reda chuckled. "That's the main reason I have so many followers on I*******m and that was what I studied." She smiled. "I am such a bad dancer!" She said slowly and when she almost fell again, Princess Reda knowingly made her fall into the hands of her mate.

The prince told his wife as they danced to the sweet music, he held her hand above her head loosely and she spun around carefully, making sure she didn't stumble on the gown. "You look handsome as hell."Alessandra flirted with her mate and a throaty chuckle erupted from his lungs. "You're so good at flirting," the prince complimented."He leaned forward and kissed her so deeply as they continued to dance. Alessandra looked around nervously, a sigh of relief escaped her lips when she realised that everyone was lost in his/her world on the dancefloor and she was so grateful for it, the girl would be embarrassed. The couples danced for some more minutes in silence. The prince looked deep into

he enunciated while I felt insulted. I gulped my discomfort and placed my folded arms forward with my head bent lower "What type of a prize would a low-status servant want than to get upgraded to a high-status maid, your Highness" "What?! A low-status servant that could dance like this is ... .is kinda suspicious" the Prince that had grumbled earlier about me being a different dancer pinpoints. "I was.." I tried to lie about being a long-time Layla's backup dancer when Arnold cut me shut in mid-sentence.

RHETT “This is sacrilegious” Cole says taking a sip from his gin and tonic. “Tell that to him” I say pointing my half drunken beer towards an almost shirtless Tj. He’s sandwiched between two guys on the dance floor, all the buttons to his shirt are undone. The guy on his front is straddling his thigh, rolling his hips against him, with the other on his back rolling his as well, all following the beat of the drums.