Sneak Me In Your Closet My Prince Novels & Stories

I trusted him completely. After quickly changing out of my pajamas and oversized Doraemon shirt, I put on a simple chiffon blouse tucked into faded blue jeans, topped with a beige blazer. I slipped into flat sandals and brushed my hair into place. It was late, so I quietly made my way downstairs like a careful intruder. My parents, especially my dad, are strict. They’ve accepted my relationship with Crow, but sneaking out at midnight to pick up a drunk boyfriend? That wouldn’t go over well.

He breathed again, pressing a reluctant kiss to my hair so that I moaned, feeling daring and pushing away from him to tug the buttons of my dress open, gently. “Please Your Highness, let me,” I hedged, panting now as I swayed my broad hips seductively, allowing the dress to fall free and cupping my hands over my perky breasts as my nipples hardened in the cool air of the room. “I need you,” I rasped, licking my lips and seeing the moment the prince’s hands balled to fists beside him, standing tall and proud for a second before he swore loudly, storming towards me and closing the distance between us in one swift lunge.

I remember drinking and dancing and now I’m in bed with the Prince. I lift his arm and slip out of bed. My dress is hanging over a chair in the pack house guest room he’s occupying. So this must be his t-shirt in wearing. I grab the dress and slip into the quiet hallway. And head out to my house to get changed for breakfast with Angie. “You are a very difficult to track down.” The Prince slips his hand into mine as we dance. “I am?” I giggle. He is so pretty to look at. Like a painting.

I carefully squeeze my body, lifting their hands from my body and rolling down from the bed. I jump down off the bed, and throw it over them. Covering their bodies so it's just their heads showing and nobody would know they have no clothes on. I straighten my dress, and throw one of the men's shirt over. I rush to the door dress, peeping once before opening the door. I let out a breath. It's just the maidens. I glance both sides of the door, but there's no prince. He may have gotten tired and left, or I may have only imagined his voice. I move aside for the maids to walk in.

The third maid by the window, stood unmoving as if awaiting instructions from me. I bring out my purple dress and the shoe that goes with it, and I ask the maid whose name I still do not know, "is this alright for a meeting with the king?" " It's beautiful mi'lady and it pronounces your complexion very beautifully, good choice mi'lady" she answers and I am finally comfortable with the clothe i'd known was gorgeous, I just needed a second opinion on it.

His uncle and cousins are urging him to join the company and he said he will join once he accomplishes something in life. . Sitting on a horseback he was looking like a prince. The baraat procession filled with colours of joy and fervour stood at our entrance. I was decked up in a wine lehenga accompanied by traditional jewellery. Like the princess that I was, I wore my grandmother's jewellery. All beautiful and elegant. Feeling someone’s presence I lifted my eyes to look at the person through the mirror and I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them again to be sure but it was true my prince stood behind me. Our gazes met through the mirror. He kept his hands on my shoulder and slowly turned

“Really? Of all the places in the suite, the first place he comes to is the closet. Just my luck,” I muttered bitterly under my breath. I could hear the sound of things dropping to the ground, but I couldn't make sense of what it was. The prince opened the closet door and stepped in. From my hiding place, I could see his bare feet as he walked closer and closer to where I was squatting. I could barely breathe and closed my eyes in abject fear. When sounded I heard that voice that had whispered to me in the carriage again. “Closer” My eyes flung open in shock and I opened my eyes to discover I was looking at a completely naked Greek God.

The_real_prince_charming BUT, I CAME HERE FOR YOU, BABY. I THOUGHT YOU WERE NERVOUS ABOUT YOUR PRESENTATION. Chloe_awesome_scott AND, YOU AREN'T EXACTLY MAKING ME LESS NERVOUS. I WANT TO THROW UP NOW. The_real_prince_charming AS I SAID, I GOT YOU ;) Chloe_awesome_scott BUT, I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET ME! JUST GET OUT OF HERE! The_real_prince_charming BUT, YOU STILL GET ME, NO MATTER WHAT.

She crossed her arms, “Hello. How are you? I’m fine. Thanks for asking, Princeling.” He let out a sigh. Jane and her sarcastic words. He just hoped that his mother would not throw a fit for encountering someone like her. The Prince was very well aware of his mother’s patience with strangers. Mostly the quirky ones. “And what’s wrong with my outfit?! It took me twenty minutes to put them together. Have you ever seen me in a dress? I don’t like them. Also, these sneakers are gothic edition ones from my favourite brand. They stopped making them. Deal with it.”

he loosened the grip I seen tears in his eyes why prince why you are doing like this you love me but still acting like you don't want me why prince he looked at me and said "he is not suitable to you" I catched his collar and asked "then who is suitable to me" I seen guilt feeling in his eyes clearly say prince say that you loves me you don't want to leave me I pulled him again and asked "speak" he said "I dont know" what he don't know yeah how can he know iam a fool still expecting love from him I replied