Prince Dancers Novels & Stories

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.

But as soon as I relaxed, we stopped. "May I have this dance?" Prince Louis appeared all of a sudden, and it didn't register at first that he was asking me to dance with him. I looked at Caelum, who gave a small nod before dancing with the Queen. I didn't realize the dance floor was filled with other attendants in the middle of our dance. "Of course, Your Highness," I smiled awkwardly at the eldest Prince, and gave a small curtsey before taking his hand. Then, my hand was on his shoulders, and his on my waist, and we began to move.

The prince lead the way. Alexa didn't want to dance with the prince so she was hesitated.The queen had turned to her and gave her a gentle smile, Alexa got up and went to meet the prince. She had practiced this dance a couple of times not by her choice but part of her grooming class. As she danced she noticed as she was looking closely at the prince. She noticed that he was handsome; he had bushy brows, a saraphine eye and he was well built all round, his hands seemed to be a little bit rough as it touched against hers. As she danced, she noticed a girl in the crowd staring at her coldly. Before she could make out the face of the mysterious girl the girl was lost in the crowd.

"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.

Some started to sweat for the dancer. How could he ask for such a thing?! The King is so precious! He's untouchable! He's akin to a rare gem! No one has ever dared to ask him for such a thing. This dancer was either very brave or very stupid. Prince Ron wondered why everyone was silent. He just asked for a dance. The King could refuse if he wanted to. It's not like he could force him to dance. Prince Ludiciel and Princess Mariel thought that this person was completely out of his mind.

CHAPTER 49 We softly danced to the soft melody of the orchestra. throwing every doubt and fear out the window. That was the best night of my life. I'm dancing with the prince—not just any other person, but the prince himself. My hands were wrapped around his neck while his was on my waist. We're too close to each other; I follow the rhythm of his movement. The prince is really tall; I'm wearing heels up to his shoulders. "Can I dance with the echelons?" I couldn't stop asking.

I barely listened, letting the tedium of it all blend together. Children of the board members' kin danced past me at one time, laughing as they twirled across the dance floor. One of them—presumably Vincent Cartwright's son—stopped in front of me, tugging on my sleeve. "Mr. Creed, why don't you dance?" he inquired, glancing up at me with eager, expectant eyes. I sighed, bending knees. "Because nobody exciting is here." He tilted his head. "That's not fun."

When Prince turned around, his costume followed suit, making it even more stunning. Prince dances with both hands to show that he owns the entire Indo-Continent. He is the exclusive owner of both the right and left sides of the body. The media had been waiting for the New Emperor's dance, so they were everywhere to ensure that they got full coverage of His Majesty Prof. Prince Peter Justice Maclean. The audience was equally ecstatic, and there was no time to spare but to ensure that they had a clear view of what was going on. The prince took a few steps forward before landing in front of the elders and the emperor. He raised her rifle and bowed his head, just as he'd been instructed. Everyon