Prince Of Tennis Tezuka Kunimitsu Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

she smiled sweetly while pointing at Kieran. Draco turned to the man beside Alpha Tadeo and Alpha Ramdel. His scrutinizing eyes fixed at the youngest man, intimidating, imposing. But after several moments passed, the man remained calm and not a hint of intimidation. With the unfavorable outcome he had, he scowled his menacing scowl no noble could withstand. "He is my grandson, Duke Draco" Alpha Tadeo announced after a while of battling not to smile while watching the human. Draco gaped at Alpha Tadeo and heave a sigh.

The royal advisor standing next to the Prince spat in annoyance. "We will have to seize the farm and the coffee shop if you don't pay your dues in one week. This is the last and final extension you get. It's already an inconvenience for me that I have to deal with this. Don't make me come back again!" The Prince turned to leave.

And to the plot. She was deep into the dense legalese of the Codex Justicus, trying to decipher the actual penalties for slander or assault between nobles, when a ripple of movement near the library door caught her attention. She looked up. Two figures stood framed in the doorway. One was instantly recognizable: Prince Alexander. He was taller than she’d imagined from the novel’s descriptions, his build lean but powerful beneath tailored clothing of deep blue and silver. Sunlight, breaking momentarily through the clouds, caught strands of his golden hair, making it seem like a crown itself. His face was classically handsome – strong jaw, high cheekbones – but it was the expression that struc

Aza couldn't tear her eyes away from the handsome man in front of her. Shit! The first Knight, Raizen Titus Yvanov, the Prince, the cold one. Don't tell me I'm in the midst of the handsome Knights! Aza thought, her mind reeling. Am I dreaming? She questioned, her disbelief bordering on panic.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

His hair is medium length with a silky straight texture. Prince Kanji always wears his hair in front of his face; He played many sports, so he is muscular. "You have such a pretty face its too bad if those rumors are true about you," Kanji said, glazing her. "You can't believe everything you hear," Novella Replied. "I don't think this just hearsay, why else would three hundred princes leave your event, "Kanji spat back. "Why don't you go and ask them," Novella said, rolling her eyes.

Over the years, Prince Zaitan had slowly begun to discover his unique abilities. The prince had the power to enchant weapons with magic, making them poisonous and instantly deadly to anyone they struck. His second ability was invisibility—he could make himself unseen to anyone, for as long as he desired. But his most astonishing power was telekinesis—the ability to manipulate and control objects around him with his mind. Over the years, Misan had grown fond of the prince through the kindness and attention he constantly showed her. She could still vividly recall his heartfelt confession on her nineteenth birthday. Misan couldn’t help but cry and smile in that moment, never expecting that he f

“How did you get one?“, she asked. “It was gifted to me. People call me a Kitsune behind my back, or to my face. A long time ago that was given to me as a way to remember it was just words. However,, if I am a Kitsune and that is my Horshi-no-tama, and I give it to you, that means you will be protected by me, always Princess.“, he stated. “Mitsuhide I can’t take this.“, she said. “Princess, take it. Go back to your room. Get some more sleep.“, he said. “Mitsuhide, thank you.“, She said as she held the porcelain ball close. Mitsuhide thought of the time that Nobunaga gave that to him, as people called him a fool. He also knew what it was like to have a name attached to his name. He had though

Your prince SEBASTIAN,