Prince Of Tennis Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Prince rolled his eyes, irritated by his own weakness for the man beneath him. In one swift, athletic motion, he gripped Holden's shoulders and rolled them both over. Now, Holden was on top, looming over him. Holden chuckled darkly at the petty display of jealousy and revenge. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Prince's neck, leaving a deep, marking bite. "I love only you and you know it. You're my whole life." Prince's rigid posture finally began to soften, his fingers curling into Holden's hair.

He ground his teeth in frustration he would get her back and teach her to obey him regardless of where she had been brought up she needed to know that she belonged to him. A few days later there was a news item on the main news channel showing the Prince on his yacht with his arm around a bikini-clad Juliette, ‘È questa la nuova fidanzata del Principe?’ [Is this the Prince’s new girlfriend?]

The prince walked to his mate and hugged her from behind, then buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deep in his lungs. "I'm sure nanny and my father are going to be so happy when they receive the news."Alessandra tilted her head to the side to give him more access. "I'm so hungry."The prince said in a teasing way which made Alessandra gasp for air. "I'm almost done with the pancakes."The girl shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, trying to play dumb. The Prince's hand around the girl tightened a little and he sucked on the mark on her neck and she moaned in pleasure.

"My prince ,Mr idiot, which is surprisingly I just realized his name to be Asim ,got up and bowed . I turned too and bowed . "What is going on here ," the prince asked and I shook . "Nothing my prince , everything is fine ," he replied and the prince just nodded and said. "Let's go ,I am running late , and then he walked out . "You just got saved by me ,bye pumpkin ,he smirked and pecked my cheek . I tried chasing him but he ran out before I could get to him . Disgusting ,I cleaned my poor cheek a thousand times,I hate that guy .

he said. I saw Prince quite sad when he saw me disappointed. But he had no other choice but to leave me. I waved him off for a meeting. Toby ran to me and stopped beside me. "You seem to be paying a lot of attention to Prince lately. Do you like him? I guess you should forget about him since he already has a girl.” "He already has a girl? Really?" I turned to him with my arms spread in the air. "Yeah, at least that's what I heard." Then why did he say he liked me? ***

The prince was wearing a body fit elegant velvet tunic that formed his athletic body meticulously, it made him look more charming. Jeremiah could not stand how Aiden eye-rapping him at the moment in the public place where anyone could see what he’s doing, ‘not you again…’ Jeremiah mentally complained, he really did not have time to entertain the Prince, even if he had the time, he preferred not to be around him.

Leaning his face down next to mine. “I didn’t think you had it in you faerie, but I think I can work with this.” He said calmly, and not even slightly fazed by the short tousle. He let go of my wrist and rolled himself off of me; standing up in one smooth motion to his feet. I slammed my fists angrily into the ground before rolling over onto my back; my chest rising in heavy breaths. “You’re going to have to do better than that though,” the prince smirked, “it looks like you’ve never had a good work out in your life.”

Three more figures stepped from the shadows. Prince’s friends. They spread out, blocking the exits. Prince chuckled. “You really fell for that trick?” Serena’s jaw tightened. “You wrote the letter.” Prince shrugged. “Truth is… I don’t know your secret.” He waved a hand dismissively. “And honestly? I don’t care.” His eyes hardened. “What I do care about… is you making me look like a joke earlier.” Serena folded her arms. “You did that to yourself.” The prince's smile thinned.

"Man, could you please push it down a little more?" Venom's teeth ground as he glared at the prince. He had never dreamed of undressing other men until a royal whimp came. "This is fucking unbelievable," he growled in a low tenor yet he soon dropped to one of his knees and pulled Prince Killian's sweatpants down to his feet.

“Just picture it: you and me, dancing at prom, everyone staring at us because we look so good together.” Tiffany rolled her eyes, but the image lingered in her mind, uninvited. She shook her head, trying to dispel it. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to fall for your charm just because you think you’re some kind of prince.” “I don’t think I am a prince. Far from it,” he shot back, his tone challenging. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t win my princess.”