Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

“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.

He scowled, but now I had a better sense of him, I recognized the scowl as more of the equivalent of a shrug too. "Truce," he said, tentative. "Truce," I agreed happily. "Listen, ah, we don't really actually know each other, do we?" "I guess not, princess." Now it was my turn to scowl. "Okay, a**hole. What's your favorite color?" Sy snorted into his beer. "Are you joking?" "No, I'm not. Mine's green." "Fucking typical Seelie," he drained the last of his beer through a laugh. "Rolling hills and eternal springtime, am I right?"

“You can return it tomorrow at—” “Second,” I interrupted him again. “I'm also here to deliver to you this tray to feed you and make you drink your medicine.” I don’t care if this prince is sick. I will really answer him. He is able to be arrogant and rude even when his body is weakening. “Tsk,” he clicked his teeth. “What did Manang tell you again?” he whispered which I heard. “Third,” I said to his slight surprise. I'm not done yet.

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…

the prince spoke with bored tone. "Yes! That's the name Your Highness," Mr. Percival answered enthusiastically. "Great. So you won't be leaving any time soon. Not until I get back." "Yes Your Highness." "Make sure that tray is empty when I get back. She is to eat all of it." He commanded and left in a blur. Only after that did Mr. Percival decide to look at me. He offered me a smile then proceeded to open the tray revealing what was supposed to be my breakfast. First of all, I didn't expect it to be for me. And second, it was way too much.

He smiles to me, his eyes telling me he wants approval. “Of course,” I murmur politely. He gets from his chair which I copy. He places his hand on the small of my back and I flinch on instinct. I think he noticed as he removed his hand. He directs me to Trey, “Princess, please meet Trey Smithson.” Trey stood and bowed to me. “It’s an honour, Princess Adelaide.” “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Smithson.” Our eyes meet, his beautiful kind hazel eyes. I want to gaze into them all day. “Please Princess, Trey will be just fine.” He gives me the tiniest knowing smile.

"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.