Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

Carson Pryce had arrived. He wasn’t alone. A young man in a suit that probably cost more than my car trailed him, holding an iPad. Pryce himself was a study in calculated casualness: tailored chinos, a navy polo, expensive sunglasses. He looked like he’d arrived by yacht, not sedan. He moved through the crowd with a thin, acknowledging smile, not stopping to talk, a shark gliding through a coral reef of commoners. He made his way toward the food tables—toward me. My heart hammered a silly rhythm against my ribs. I busied myself with a perfectly arranged pie, just as he reached the other side of the table.

Cklek. The door to the room slowly opened, breaking the oppressive silence. Tristan stepped inside carrying a wooden tray with both of his strong hands, holding a bowl of warm chicken porridge and a glass of water. The dark eyes of the crown prince appeared dim, showing deep lines of worry that weighed heavily on him this afternoon. While Alistair, Christian, and Julian were busy in the clan’s main office, buried in business affairs and stock manipulation after the Dominic Thorne scandal, only Tristan had been pacing since morning, constantly checking on the health condition of the Thorne clan’s queen.

Wouldn't break. Then— A voice, smooth and deadly, cut through the tension. "Bad manners, little prince." The crowd parted as the iron-masked figure finally stepped forward. Those silver eyes locked onto his, bright as lightning. Caelum recognized him. That voice, that nickname, that stare. "You know," Velis Drayke said, mouth curving into something sharp and hungry, "disobedient princes need to be taught lessons. Leave him to me, Baron. We will teach him a good lesson. Publicly.”

me : its him he is touching you princess : so what me : how can you say that princess you are mine only mine princess : are you really crazy how can try to harm him for a silly reason me : it's not silly princess it's serious I love you only I can touch you princess : seriously you are crazy rishi me : ofcourse iam crazy for you princess I know you love him but just break up with him I will treat you more lovingly than him you are so precious to me princess princess : no one can treat me better than him

"What is this? Why am I here?" "We are going to prepare you for the seven-night of fruitfulness," The old lady said. "What is the seven-night of fruitfulness," I asked puzzled. "The prince and you will mate for seven nights for a child. It is a ritual done in the royal house" "But I just got here. Am I not going to meet with the king?" "It doesn't matter. The sooner the better and you will meet the king at dawn" she turned to look at one of the black-haired maid who never stopped smiling even when the others did. "Take off her dress"

Tears started falling from her eyes. “ What wrong did I do that life is being so unfair to me? A princess will be a prostitute. No. God, please save me. “ Eat it fast. We don't have a full day to babysit you.” She almost threw the tray in front of her. It contained her favourite onion paratha cooked the way she likes with curd and pickle accompanied by hot chocolate and fresh fruits.

Though every pack was its own entity, Moonstone was the true ruler and what was left of the royals. Prince Clayton was now the Alpha of the pack although his father was still in power and ruled over us as our king. Strangely Clayton here shares the same name as the prince. Was he the prince? “No! No! No! You are an idiot, Claire. He can't be. You have lost it for considering that.” I whispered to myself. “Claire…you good, there?” his eyes softened as he said my name. “One fancy pack you've got there. “ I laughed nervously.” And it's strange how you bear the same name as the prince. “ I managed to get it out.

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

he whisper under his breathe his voice holds anger My face brighten with a smile "Am the new stylist for the prince...." As I gaze to see his reaction. "I hope we get along" "What?" Adam asked, shocked while the prince murmured "It. can't. be.". With a gritted teeth. I just stood on my feet smiling like a fool. ****

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.