روايات وقصص ضمن Prince Of Tennis Fanfiction

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.

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 .

Roland would tease me later. "My name is Prince, Alpha." Roland giggled beside me more and more, like a teen who was meeting his crush. “I am the new trainer at the training center,” Prince continued. Yeah, his eyes were yellow, and he had curly dirty blonde hair. I could see the deadly charm that made all the women who see him fall in love. I didn’t mind if he didn't charm Estelle too! "I found Estelle's necklace and intend to return it to her." He showed me a necklace I had never seen before. It was a beautiful gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart.

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.”

Prince began pacing slightly as if piecing together something big. “The first time I saw him fight,” Prince continued, “I thought he was just small for his age.” “But then I started noticing things.” He pointed toward the arena. “He moves differently, fights differently. Why? Because he is different!” Prince took a step forward. “Soren is a girl…” “He’s not.” He shot back again. The prince suddenly turned toward the administrative buildings. “Guess there’s an easy way to settle it.” Damien’s stomach tightened as Prince took a step back.

"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.”