Breakfast Princess Voice Novels & Stories

Morning 8 am "Morning baby " She places a tray of food on the bedside table "Morning princess" Getting up I look over to the tray "Princess you made this " I am stunned I mean her mom did say she could cook but what " Yeah uhm I didn't know what you usually eat for breakfast but I made french toast with raspberry sauce, breakfast burrito, and pancakes" she smiles sweetly "I mean I usually just grab some toast and I leave but this, it's perfect thank you" I get up and wrap my arms around her waist

After completing my meeting, I messaged her, walking out of the office. Me: Now I'm going to college. Did you have breakfast? The driver opened the door of the car for me and I settled down inside. I'm waiting for her reply. I received her reply after a few minutes. My Princess: I have just come after taking the bath. Now I'll prepare breakfast. Did you take breakfast? Me: I had breakfast with the client in the office. My Princess: Okay. My Princess: I missing you a lot. Me: I missing you too. Now you go and prepare breakfast. Message me after having it.

A slow smile, sleepy and innocent, stretched across her face. “Kamil? What time is it?” Her voice was raspy, a little girl’s whisper. She pushed herself up, the sheet sliding down to reveal the delicate curve of her shoulder. “Time for breakfast, princess. Your mother’s already up. She’s making those blueberry pancakes you like.” He stepped further into the room, his gaze lingering on her. The innocence in her eyes, the soft, untouched quality of her skin, it was a potent lure.

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

With red plump lips, the colour of raven blood, matching the dress that went mid-shin. Her style is bold, her colours are striking. Without thinking anymore of it, he walked over to the princess, who was eating some type of exotic breakfast... it wasn't Raven's traditional by his understanding of their culture and customs. Her face like porcelain had become dusted with pink across her cheeks, leaving Fenn wondering if what she was eating was spicy. "Hello, you must be Princess Sephora." He stated, his breathlessness betraying him. Sephora giggled from her nerves, but Fenn had no idea. "That's me." Gathering up the nerve to say something to this unusual male, "...and who might you be? From wh

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

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The man attention was distracted by one of his men. "Boss, black pearl is here" he whispered "Okay " the man closed the room and left with the other guy. She spat the sandwich and rushed to the door to eavesdrop. "You came later than I expected" the man's cold voice boomed. "I have to sort out something,so there won't be any mess up",a feminine voice replied sternly. "That voice sounds very familar",she asked herself with uncertainty. "Where is she "the voice fired. "Oh! the princess is having her breakfast now" the man replied and smiled mischievously.

I was seriously considering my wolf’s suggestion when I heard a soft rap on my door. “Yeah? Who's there?” I answered nervously. I frankly wasn't prepared to see any of them right now so I genuinely hoped no one would reply and it’d turn out to be the wind. “Good Morning, Princess,” Blake’s buttery voice called out, “I made breakfast, come down soon so it doesn't go cold.” He didn't wait for a response before I heard his footsteps receding down the stairs. I sighed loudly and dragged myself out of bed with a grown.