Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

“Hi, Red. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Ki—” Crow snapped his fingers before the guy could shake my hand. “No need for handshakes, bro.” The guy laughed and shook his head before sitting back down. “Babe, this is Kirb, the Mobile Legends addict. Hyacinth, the social butterfly. And Haidee…” Crow pointed at the laughing girl beside him, “The horse.” Everyone burst into laughter while Haidee slapped his shoulder playfully. “But seriously,” he added, “She’s the early bird in our class.”

Nadia lifted her glass as she carried on, “A toast to the prince.” They all raised their glasses in unison, “A toast to the prince.” Early access to chapters: www.p*****n.com/taniashava

she asked as she placed the tray on the table. Is that chin-chin? I thought to myself. Of course, I do—I love the crunchy part. "Yeah, I do," I said out loud, taking a seat next to her. She unwrapped the tray, revealing golden, freshly made chin-chin. The scent of warm flour, milk, and butter filled the air. Without hesitation, I grabbed a handful and popped some into my mouth. It was still warm—crisp on the outside, soft on the inside, and full of flavor.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

"I'm happy you're the man I get to spend my whole life with," I whisper, "I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else." "That’s good, because you can't have anyone else. No other homeless man," he mutters, making me frown. "I mean, I know that's your type." "Shut up," I growl and punch his arm. "You're not homeless, Mr. Alpha Prince. This place is huge." "Hey, I didn't lie about that. I told you my family was rich," he defends himself, "But I really didn't have a home in Dharma, so technically I was homeless."

“They are practically saying that I got seduced by you.” “Sorry but eww.” I couldn't help but make a face. “But, it can't be something that serious, right? It's not like you are some Hollywood prince or something,” I added with an eye roll. Mr. Pryce just looked at me and I sure wasn't liking the vibes I was getting from the room. Tara coughed awkwardly. “He actually is the Hollywood prince,” she told me. I blinked once and then twice. “You mean like he's royalty?”

I inquired, my voice softer as I settled back against the pillow. "It's been around three days, Your Royal Highness," Heiller began, his tone calm yet concerned. "You returned in a malnourished state, with a few cuts and bruises. The most alarming one was the bruise on the side of your head." He shifted slightly as he finished his short examination, his gaze never leaving my face. "However, please be at ease, Prince Orion. With proper medication and treatment, there's a chance for recovery. It might take some time, but I'll do everything in my power to help you through this."

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

We still have 15 minutes, yet the students are still everywhere. "Hi, Lushiane!" I turned my back just to see Halieyah, the queen bee. She's already in senior year, probably a batch mate of the sub earlier. As usual, her hair is fixed in two braids, she even wears thick cosmetics on her face. I often contend with her at sports, let's say tennis, but she never beats me. Her eyes screamed of disliking me, but here she is, entertaining me as if we were best buddies.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w