Romans & histoires Tray Fresh Prince

“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.”

She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is. Sighing, I reaching into my jeans to reposition my cock and give it some relief before grabbing my phone and pulling up the Uber Eats app. I quickly ordered Jessica’s usual, smiling at the buy one get one free promo, knowing that my Princess will enjoy having leftovers to munch on in the middle of the night. Deciding I need to get my mind off Jessica, I push myself off the sofa and stretch. Food will be here in half an hour, and if the kid delivering it is quicker, I will leave him a nice tip.

After a moment’s waiting, the door creaked open and a maid stepped into the room. Her scent was familiar. Not anyone I knew personally, but not someone who stuck out in a place like this. She smelled like the kitchens and a bit of soap. She smelled like pack, not an outsider. Not someone who didn’t belong. She was carrying a tray with soup on it. Chicken noodle. Fresh. “Forgive the intrusion, Prince,” the maid said. Her voice was light, young, and trembling slightly like she was nervous. “But with the Prime Beta gone, and the Queen indisposed, I was elected to serve you your lunch.”

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

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."