Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

I do understand Zion, Pelird, and Cassiopeia being interested in Valeria's love life since they are her friends but why is Henry also here? Eschia sighed. It seems that she doesn't have any choice. She ordered the princes to choose a place where they could talk freely. She also requested to prepare some food because she suddenly felt hungry. "Now, tell me who is Prince Trey" Pelird commanded Eschia sighed. After a year, this will be the first time that she will talk about Trey again. "Trey is a prince from a faraway kingdom, it so far that it would take months for you to reach it. We first met at a bakeshop when we both argued who will buy the last slice of their strawberry cheesecake"

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

The door to the prince’s room suddenly opens. The two who are in a seemingly awkward position on the bed pervades with aghast. It is Gabriel who carries a tray with a pitcher full of water and glasses. When he enters, he fails to notice the two on the prince’s bed, as the curtains that hang from its pillar keep the two from being seen from the door. Gabriel places the tray on the prince’s study table. Quickly, Gianni jumps out of bed and closes the buttons of his shirt. The prince, meanwhile, just pretends to be asleep.

Me: You dey mad, shey… Prince: I know wetin I dey talk… E be like say na your mamba dey control you, no be you dey control am… So if you fit do am, you go get control over your mamba and you go fit survive daring situations… **This guy is making sense o…** We began taking our drinks… Me: Bros, this thing go hard o… Prince: If you can stay without straffing for one month, I’ll give you my alawee for this month… Me: 😮 Huh! Serious? Prince: Yeah… But if you straff, you’d give me your alawee… Me: You dey mad! Prince: Wetin dey worry you? If you no straff for 30days, you go die? I dey help your life here… Me: Ok, deal… Prince: If you straff, even if na just 1 chook, you go give me your alawee o…

Troy ordered before ending the call. Afterward, Troy remained silent for the rest of the drive to Jaketon International Airport. It had only been an hour since he parted ways with Sarah, yet his heart was already in turmoil. He let out a rough sigh, the image of Sarah's face dancing in his mind. His thoughts were interrupted when the driver spoke. "Sir, we're here." - Sarah listened intently as Kevin explained Prince’s condition. The doctor informed her that Prince had a mild throat infection and advised giving him more breast milk since he might have difficulty eating.

The prince went straight to his private room, where I thought of giving him the macaroons again. “Prince Augustus,” I said as I handed him the box of macaroons, smiling. “I made this, especially for you. I want to wish you luck, but since Borstal won the practice game, I’ll give it to you to congratulate you on your victory over Windsor University. Chef Och, of course, taught me how to make macaroons. I hope you enjoy it.” When Prince Augustus took the box in my hand, my smile seemed to reach my ears. “Tell me if...” however, the smile vanished the moment he threw it. It was crushed and strewn across the floor. “If you like... prince,”

As they disappear into the trees, I open my eyes, wrapped in the warmth of my mate. Later that morning, Aolis and I head back to Canyon Ridge, driving to make sure we get there in plenty of time. When I arrive at the gates of our pack, I say hello to the guard. He blinks at me several times. “Alpha Lily?” “Yes, Jared, it’s me.” “You look….you look….different.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “That’s because she’s a Princess now.” Aolis says, reminding him that my title is no longer Alpha.

"I'll be flying you today as your pilot, and you'll be on board the Creed 1011." I hadn't even had a chance to soak that in before a giant drape came crashing down, and there stood what looked like— A miniature plane. A sleek, private, deluxe miniature plane. And on the outside, right there, in big, no-nonsense letters— CREED 1011. I blinked. Wait. Wait a fucking minute. Did this guy…? Did this guy have his own private jet?!

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.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.