Ice Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

I was starting to think I would burn from this game. In Brum’s hands was a wraith of purple flowers that looked amazing, a whole bouquet. He didn't have wrap them so properly, it was so thoughtful of him. He bought them just to play into the excuse we gave, I thought. But it still made me happy. He reached me, doing a slight bow and my folds just creamed that very moment. “My princess.” His voice! Fuck. Him. I wish I could tell you that the smile on my face was still fake. I wished it was but it was not.

At her words, he felt the curve of his lips, and for some reason, he could not school his expression. Pumpkin and breast milk blended, unappetising to him, but he guzzled it as if it were his favourite meal. “What is his favourite meal?” He found himself asking. “The prince likes mashed apples and blueberries mixed with baby oatmeal, and he also likes baked sweet potato purée.” Again, another list that was unimpressive, but he wanted to see how his golden eyes would widen when he saw his favourite food. “We can do the sweet potato purée in the evening.”

I followed the line of his vision until my eyes landed on the source of his distraction. It was Tricia. Huh? Tricia had her hair over her shoulder exposing her neckline that held an emerald crystal necklace that shone dimly, she was beaming widely at the camera she'd pointed at her face while taking selfies and she was totally oblivious to Prince's lost stares. And boyyy, he was staring at her, completely, unabashedly as if she was some sort of divine being that just came down from heaven. I never knew Prince could be capable of openly admiring a lady like this.

Zane faintly greeted, still munching his berries. “Are you going out?” Tyr asked, smelling the mix of sweet berries in the other guy and the smell of chaos from his kitchen. “Oh, I was just checking why the door wasn’t locked. Did you come from patrolling?” Zane could smell something delicious from Tyr, but he asked anyway. The prince shook his head and subtly curled his lips upward before bringing up the container from his hand to show it to Zane. The latter’s face lit up when he saw a much decent food in front of him. Tyr opened the container and the omega saw a familiar club sandwich in it.

"Eat, princess. Or I’ll feed you myself." A shiver ran down my spine. The tray was heavy. Not just with food, though there was plenty of that. Fresh fruit, buttery toast, eggs cooked just how I liked them. A cup of coffee, black, just a splash of cream. But the weight of it was in what it meant. He’d paid attention.

Every Wednesday, they offered a special family tray—a kind of bonus treat that included a full-course meal designed for an entire family. The tray was a feast: spicy jollof rice, assorted shrimp and meat, fresh salad, an array of small chops, a full bucket of sizzling chicken laps, tacos, peppered beef, and garlic-whipped sauce. Oh—and the waffles? Golden, fluffy, and utterly irresistible. Ashley stared at me, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Won’t that cost more?” she asked, concern etched into her soft voice. “Not at all. It’s a discount sale,” I said, flashing her a reassuring smile.

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.

She smiles at me warmly and sets the tray down on the bed. "Sorry it took me a while, I had to find something for us to eat," she says, handing me a plate. Elaine's tray is filled with an array of delicious foods that make my mouth water as soon as I lay eyes on it. There are fluffy pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, a side of crispy bacon, and a mound of scrambled eggs that look so fluffy and perfectly cooked that it's hard to believe they're real. Next to that, there's a bowl of fresh fruit, with perfectly ripe strawberries, juicy slices of watermelon, and plump blueberries.

I locked my sight at the target called “diabetes in a plate” I picked the dark chocolate-covered strawberries and said, “Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness.” He commented I looked like a cute kitten chocolate eater before entering the first door from his bed. I was on the verge of choosing between the strawberry macaroon and baklava next when the door slammed. Wow, the Crown Prince was true to his words! I grabbed the strawberry macaroon when... “Reyner! Where did you put it?!” Poor strawberry macaroon rolled on the floor at the same time my soul left this world when I gained VIP access for his au naturel body, exhibiting his mighty sword.