Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

@SUHANISA POV@ untill I met my prince I too faced many hurdles and problems in my life after meeting him my destiny decided something and made us to go in different ways though we faced many things again we became united even when I was far from my family and my prince I got another wonderful family who treated me like a princess I got a best brother too but why my little princess needs to face all these what wrong she did she is trying her level best to protect her loved ones but why her sacrifices making her to sacrifice herself is this called love I know love demands sacrifice but untill when untill the person sacrifice themselves what happened to my princess please don't hurt my princess

"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"

Drake said and Adrian quickly went over it. There were a few pictures of Claire in the file and as he looked through everything, he handed it back to Adrian. “I'm going to be having dinner in the restaurant tonight,” Adrian said but looked up at Drake when he didn't say a word after that. “Is there a problem?” “King Trace and Princess Eliza will be arriving from the Seat of Trace to see your father and he had ordered that both you and Xander should be available for dinner tonight,” Drake informed and a frown appeared on his face as he heard that.

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.