Tray Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

He grew serious and said, “Alright, here’s what I want to tell you. Prince Aric’s condition last night really surprised me.” Leon looked up, puzzled. “What condition?” “His condition—he didn’t have an episode,” Elian smiled slightly, a note of relief in his voice. “This is a huge breakthrough for us. I’m honestly so surprised and happy about it.” At those words, Leon momentarily forgot his embarrassment, his impatience taking over. He even stomped his foot in frustration. “What exactly are you trying to say? Can you get to the point?” Elian looked at the flustered boy in front of him and couldn’t help but laugh softly, his tone softening. “Alright, alright, here’s the point. Last night, I ch

♡VIRANICA POV♡ I got early and made my little prince to get ready he is looking so cute in this attire I wonder how many bad eyes will look at my little prince he is looking extreme cute aww I gave him to prince and started getting ready both father and son are playing I came out after getting read jai is not there I asked "prince where is jai" he pulled me to his lap as I'm wearing saree his palm is on my bare waist he said "think about your poor husband also wifey don't think always about your son only"

Chris straightened, a false bravado he didn’t want to portray made his back ramrod straight. “I understand.” He surged ahead, partly wanting to put a distance he knew he’d never achieve… After all, Jaxson was a guard, and he a prince A SUV pulled up and upon the passenger door opening to show Trey, Chris didn’t hesitate to open the back door and settle himself in the leather. He kept his gaze to the front, not wanting to see the looks, not wanting any questions. “I wish to go back to Royal Packland, my tour has finished,” he stated formally.

Hazdil asks, and I can see that he’s putting forth effort to be nice to his brother, at least in front of me. “Hazdil, the Princess needs to see the 3-D images of Araphyra and our surrounding townships.” “Of course. Please, Princess, have a seat.” He says and hurriedly rushes to move mechanical items from a chair. Another of the techrechauns, having heard us, pulls a box from a shelf and comes over to us. “I am Weddeg, Princess.” He glances up at Buppig for a moment. “I am also one of Buppig’s brothers.”

From Fiona IF YOU LIKE FUCKING STRIP FOR THE PRINCE AND THE MALE SERVANTS, YOU COULD ALSO SHARE YOUR NUDE TO THEM ALL BUT ONE THING I AM CERTAIN IS THAT THEY WILL FUCK AND DUMP THE DIRTY WELL OF A PUSSY. From Harper (badass) HEY DEAR STEP SISTER, HOW MANY BED HAVE YOU LAID ON… WHO CARES, JUST DO WELL TO GIVE THE PRINCE MY CONTACT. I scoffed at Harper's text "jackass!" I muttered as I threw the phone to the bed, I slept for hours and suddenly became lazy. Guess I wanna have all the rest I haven't had for years. I stood from my bed, brushed my teeth because of the sore taste of my tongue, I took my phone and made my way down the stairs, I got to the parlor but didn't see any trace of dining.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

"You won't be saying that tonight when I have you beneath me, my Prince. You need a bride to be King, no? I'm here. I'm available. All you just need to do is say the word." "Why don't you come over and I'll let you know my answer?" "Alright then. Set aside a bottle of rum for me." "Don't you dare bail on me." "I am not you, Prince William." The call disconnected and a small smile lingered on his face. What was it about her that he despised and liked so much? When he arrived his room, he shrugged off his shirt and flung it across the room. Nursing a bottle of vodka, his eyes fell on a jadeite brooch his mother gave him when he was five.

Even without Katherine's appearance it must have been hard for the maid to see the stairs over the pile of food on the tray. "It was for his Highness the Prince, your Highness", the maid said in a small voice and curtsied. Then she walked away with the tray of shards, most likely back to the kitchen. Since Katherine's mind was with Nathaniel right now, it took her a while to understand that 'his Highness' in this case, was not her husband, but Prince Aston. Of course, it made sense for the foodie to get such a big meal.

he slurred, a smug curl on his lips. “Out of the way!” Alex snapped. We walked through the almost dark corridor with flickering lights and wet floor, which lead us to a very large hall, and there he was. Prince Hakeem. Seated in front of an old desk in the middle of the room, sharp suit despite the grime of the setting, his eyes gleaming like a viper’s. “Travis.” His smile was sharp as a blade. “Good to finally meet you in person.” I gave a curt nod. “Where's my boy?” I sat across from him ignoring the pleasantries.