Ice Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

I turned and lowered my gaze at once, the tray balanced carefully in both hands. Prince Pavan entered without a word, shrugging off a dark outer robe and tossing it over the back of a chair. Half of his chest was bare, evidence enough that he'd just come from the bathroom. He didn't acknowledge me at first — didn't seem to think he needed to. I stepped forward and set the tea down exactly where Lady Salaza had shown me, then stepped back and waited. He glanced at the cup. Then at me. "New," he said. It wasn't a question.

It was the same eyes which holds many stories ,my lips formed into a smile at that moment without my realisation in the thought of finding the person behind the mask. I asked someone to research about him but there isn't much information about him which others know, the main thing was that most of the citizens have no idea that he is the fifth prince as they haven't seen him. He really is good at maintaining a low profile, I should ask some people close to him or I should ask him itself to dig into his information. I push my thoughts behind my mind when the sound of tray landing on the wooden table disturbs my mind, placing the steam bun on the tray I look straight to meet the pair of eyes w

Tumambad sa kin ang assorted flavor na chocolates from roasted nuts, Gianduja, orange peel to dried strawberry bits. "Wow! Patchi!" “Your Highnes. Good afternoon po,” mabilis kong bati nang makita ang nakangising mukha ng ikatlong prinsipe sa may pintuan. He's so darn handsome wearing a navy blue three-piece Armani suit. He’s not wearing a tie and the three of his buttons are open. I think it’s a trend for these royals. I’m not complaining dahil laging nag pi-pyesta ang mga mata ko sa napaka sexy nilang mga leeg.

My hopes immediately dropped when I went inside and saw the prices of the ice-cream on the chart. "Strawberry cheesecake $24.66, Rum and Raisin $35.23. I'm not feeling these prices Prince. It's way too expensive." he walked over to the cashier and ordered a bowl of pistachio ice cream with strawberries on top. "What do you want sweetheart?" "I'm good" "Give me a bowl of strawberry cheesecake ice-cream" when she said the total I almost screamed. Prince took out his card and paid without hesitation. "You can't waste money like this. We could have easily gotten good ice-cream for a dollar elsewhere" I whispered. We collected the ice-cream after it was shared out and went to sit at an empty tabl

He was pleasant to whoever it was at the door and from the bits of their conversation, she figured it was a delivery of some kind. Prince Charlotte walked back to her after closing the door shut holding a tray of ice-cream and a bottle of wine. "You and I are going to watch a series. Anime. Do you watch anime?" "Sometimes. But I don't want to watch that. Especially not with alcohol." She said, referring to the wine. "It's not alcoholic. Just classic grape wine. Now come on. It'll cheer you up." Prince Lucas urged. Charlotte heard him place the tray on the

She had always wanted the freedom to do as she pleased but now that she had it she was clueless as to where to start. -Friendship Jake went inside the fast food place for the tenth time to fetch yet another milkshake. The Prince loved martial arts and had been practising for his presentation in order toreceive his Trigger Sword. To make sure he could practise for days on end he made sure to use the last thing that had fed his body before his death. The last few hundred years he had been keeping him strong, healthy and immortal on chocolate milkshake. The last one he ordered was a peppermint milkshake; it was her

EZRA'S POV The footage had been running for about what? Forty minutes before I realized I was yet to blink. I reached up quickly and pressed two fingers against my right eye, just to confirm if I could still blink. I didn't want things going wrong when I was this close to my goals. Luckily for me, I could still blink so I looked back at the screen. Ice Princes Of Hell. To be very honest, the name was ridiculous. What were they trying to do? Intimidate their rivals before putting on a show?

someone cried, thrusting small metal glasses into everyone’s hands. “Wanna see summat cool?” Chris announced, slurring every word. “Yeah!” came the ruckus. “Ge’ some silver!” The room around him stilled a little, confused looks passed his way. “It’ll be awesome. Do it.” “Prince want silver! Ge’ it!” someone cried, prompting the cheering and goading to resume. Fifteen minutes later, the sound of clinking and clunking metal floated around and the crowd parted for the male holding silver shackles attached to a chain in gloved hands. “All I could find.”

I point to the left, eyeing my skeptical friend. She shakes her head, jacket rustling. "Uh ah-" "Eyla, I have hours, if that, before I freeze to death. Mind making this quick?" I snap. I don’t mind to sound irritable, but the cold is so vicious it’s all I can think about. I don’t even have it in me to be worried about stumbling into this Immortal Prince on our hunt for some kind of salvation, nor what his intentions may be upon finding us. The contours of Eyla’s narrow face appear gaunt with the limited light. "Ugh, fine. Please don't slip on ice and crack your head open."

“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