Ice Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

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?

As if no one would ever stop him. My pulse thundered. The tray finally came into view. Cookies. Just cookies. Golden honey-milk cookies. Freshly baked. Perfectly harmless. With the way the young prince looked at the trey, it was obviously his favorite. Relief rushed through me. See? You're overthinking. Then the poison. My eyes widened. The poison wasn't on the tray. It never needed to be. It had already been added during preparation. Before inspection. Before security. Before anyone could stop it.

Chris glanced at the light haired male who had been asked, wondering which trip they were referring to. “Oh, yeah, was fine. No issues. They asked if I wanted hard water, some new shit.” “Hard water? What is that… solid water?” Kevin asked. “They put alcohol in it. I didn’t think Alpha would be happy me getting extras that weren’t on the order.” “Did you pick up that chocolate?” Luca asked, taking a sip of cider. “Course, it’s on every order just for you. Swear no other pack orders Double Deckers, chocolate is sweet enough.”

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."

Not to forget, even my Princess was coping with all Stacey's poses. "Daddy… Icecream.", The best part was Scarlett wasn't using complete with talking with us. I looked in the direction of the ice cream parlor. There was a big queue in the men's part while a smaller one in the women's. I looked at Stacey and requested her, showing my puppy eyes, to get this work done. "Even I was going to say the same that I will get the ice cream. So, Princess, which flavor." "Chocolate chips." Stacey then looked at me, "Vanilla."

“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

he asked with a trace of disappointment in his voice. I immediately shook my head, grabbing the croissant from the tray. It was still warm but not too hot to touch. I took a bite of the flaky croissant and while it’s still inside my mouth, I replied, “No! I eat anything as long as it’s free—ackk!” He chuckled as I choke my food in front of him. Prince Aiden grabbed the tea from the tray and gave it to me. “Be careful. It’s hot.” Aren't I embarrassing myself too much?