Ice Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

I needed to concentrate and then get ready for the show. I walked into the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was on the bed. A beautiful black guitar, with a golden ribbon bow tied around the neck. I ran over to him and saw that there were two gift boxes. One large and one small, in golden color and with a black bow on each. I took the guitar in my hands and slid my fingers slowly over the strings, producing a full-bodied, continuous sound that I loved. I placed it gently on the bed and went to open the larger package. I pulled the black bow and lifted the lid of the box, finding myself with a laptop and a cell phone. There was also an envelope with a note that said: My pri

"I have a future wife who is as perfect as this. From a social perspective, I already have more points. Her presence is my most important treasure." While Emily was stunned, Jasper's breath rumbled. He was determined to embarrass Prince, but why did things turn upside down? When the waiter came to bring food, the tension eased a little. However, seeing crayfish on the table, Emily started to worry. Prince realized that. The served creature had similar appearance with lobster. With a casual movement, he swapped it for a salad plate. "Here, Princess. Your favorite," he whispered. Emily smiled with teary eyes. "Thank you."

"Chocolate mixed with Cherry Chocolate Chip for me and the Princess. Pineapple for Alexander, his favorite; and coffee for you, Prince." I raised a brow. "What? No vanilla?"

The prince was acting strange today and she did not know why. Not too long, he entered the room with a silver tray on his hands. “Come hither.” He ordered. She eyed him for a moment then reluctantly approached him. “What tricks are ye playing now, prince of Romania?” She asked as she sat on the bed. He placed the food of tray to the table and stopped serving the food as he faced her. Prince looked at that hazel green eyes of her then to her veil. “I am returning favors for ye.” “What for?”

She was carrying a tray with two dishes placed on it. "Hiding? No." "Why do you look dead?" She asked casually, making my heart tense. "Hmm, I just realized this juice is expired." I fake-gagged at the thought of the horrendous taste. I also wanted to divert the conversation. "Are you sure that the juice is the case?" She took a plate of chips from the tray and then pushed the rest to me. "News is that you slapped the Prince while in the library." I was tense. "Oh no? I am in the news?"

She could have even forgotten him. Angrily, he said, “Give me the plate.” The buckler held back his smile, he had no idea why the prince changed his mind but it was a good thing, it made him feel at ease. He walked towards Felix's king sized bed and asked, “Shall I place the tray on the bed, sir?” “Do that.” Felix said. The buckler placed the tray on the bed and Felix grabbed the bowl containing the duck soup. He scooped the spoon across the soup and took a sip. It tasted completely bland in his mouth but as he remembered that Lu could be somewhere out there eating and drinking with a man out there, he forced himself to drink and eat the duck meat.

I trail my fingers through his soft hair, admiring how it is. "Yes, I need some chilled fruit juice." "Not wine?" "No baby, I feel like taking something natural." He gives me a warm smile. "Sure, I'll bring it in the next minute. One minute please." I take an excuse walking out of the room to the kitchen where I make him fresh pineapple juice mixed with green apple. He really loves this mixture of fruits, best served chilled. I place it inside the high-tech freezer which cools stuff in barely seconds. I don't disappoint him with the time I kept because I'm able to return on time, even earlier than he expected.

He must have seen all of them. I straightened up and glared at him, "Aren't you enjoying this too much?" "Of course not. How can I dare to do this?" He immediately lifted his hand in the air as he surrendered. "By the way, I have to give credit to all the people who did editing and the hashtags are also quite creative." #RagePrince #PrincePunch #PrinceStrikesAgain He read all those hashtags for me and I gritted my teeth before throwing the cushion at him. However, with his quick reflexes he caught it with no effort.

I hardly cussed, but it always happened whenever I lost my cool. "Stop trying to stop me or else…" "Else what, whore?" Jade gibed, shoving me slightly. "As if Alan isn't enough for you, you jumped to the prince. Do you think he can make you a princess?" "You'll always remain the frog you are." She added, giggling. I didn't understand why they were referring to Asher as a prince. Perhaps, they forgot to add a jerk to it because that was who he was, and how I saw him too.

Prince said, “That's not a problem, I won't offer you what you don't like, but your favorite,” Jessica said, “When do you want us to go out,” Prince asked, “Is today convenient for you,?“ Jessica asked, “I'm not busy today, we can make It a date,” Prince said, “Can you freshen up now, so that we can go on time,” Jessica asked, “Yeah,” Prince said, and he stood up, walked Into the washroom, bath, dressed up, and he said, “here we go, Shall we,?“ Prince said,