Sneak Me In Your Closet My Prince Novels & Stories

"Now what?" "You will go to the prince and make him happy" "Come with me," One of the maids said and I followed her. Two other maids trailed her from behind as we walked to the prince's room. When we got to the door, they stepped aside and urged me to go in. After taking some deep breaths, I knock. "It's me, Hattie," I said. The energy from my voice had all drained as my hands trembled beside me. "Come in" I heard his voice and swallowed hard. I turned to look at the maids who gave me a head nod. No matter how hard they tried to conceal it, I didn't fail to notice the terror in their eyes.

I need to relax my senses first before thinking of my next move to turn the royal prince down. I heard faint steps coming inside and I'm sure those steps didn't belong to Ada. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep and sharpening my senses. Fuck! That smell! He's here again? What is wrong with this mysterious prince that he kept on pestering me? The steps were getting closer as well as the scent. I snapped my eyes wide open in shock.

I still wore my sneakers, I was going to put on mu heels the moment I reach where I was going. I came out to a dancing Layla but she stopped the moment I stepped in. "Shit... fuck... can I take you to the interview?" "What? No..." "Come on.. you look so beautiful.. I'm kinda jealous of everyone who is going to see you.." I laughed, "you're the first one on that list, So be jealous of yourself for seeing me." She scoffed and took my gym back, "let me keep this bag.. just take that purse only."

"Now, we need to get you into your dress; the prince should be here soon to pick you up." It took a good thirty minutes for her and another attendant to help me into the floor-length black lace piece with a blue underlay. As I took it in afterwards, I couldn't help but wonder if Elias understood just how much attention this was going to draw. The waist, which was cinched, accentuated my hips, and my bosom drew too much attention to my torso. which was damn near exposed due to a dipping neckline. And the cherry on top was a slit on either side of the skirt that traveled up to my thighs. I didn't know what this vampire was thinking, but once I saw him, he was going to get a piece of my mind.

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

My heart pounds as I raise my hand and knock softly. “Come in,” he calls, his voice smooth but a little strained, like honey with a hint of poison. I push the door open, and my breath catches in my throat. The room is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners, but the sight before me is a jarring shock that steals the air from my lungs. He’s there, the Prince, powerful and commanding, but it’s not the regal image I expected. He’s fucking a maid, bent over the table, her cries mingling with the rhythm of their bodies.

Normal humans couldn't be this cold! Just as I was about to struggle out of his hold, the person began hugging me even closer to himself. Suddenly, I was reminded of Basil, that idiotic snake. "Why did you leave?" I shoved my thoughts aside and looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? "You—" "Why did you leave me? I really like you a lot! You're not allowed to fall in love with other snakes' eggs. I can give them to you if you want them." I felt utterly confused. My brain felt like it had just short-circuited when I heard the man say that to me.

I stepped into the gown and pulled it to my shoulders. “I’m ready,” I whispered, and she got to work. Her fingers were deft, and soon the gown fit me like a second skin. “You’re ready, princess,” she said, bowing before leaving the room. I sighed. I still wasn’t used to being called that. Cayden’s delighted clap caught my attention as I stepped out. “Now you truly look the part,” he said, pulling the cloth off a tall object. It revealed a full-length mirror carved into a wooden frame. “Come have a look.”

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

The Prince stepped inside wearing nothing but dark trousers hanging low on his hips and for a second my entire brain completely stopped working. He looked even larger somehow inside the candlelit room. Water droplets still clung faintly to his neck, as if he had already bathed beforehand and his gray eyes immediately landed on me standing there frozen beside the bath. The air itself seemed to change the moment he entered. My breathing became uneven instantly. The Prince quietly shut the doors behind him before turning toward me fully. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. His gaze slowly traveled over me in the thin robe and heat rushed painfully into my face. Then finally, in that same ca