Tray Fresh Prince Of Bel Air Novels & Stories

"Waaah!!! She's really beautiful, beautiful girl, she's envious. *pout* they're really good! Crown Prince and Cassanova Princess. They're both Cassanova." "That's okay. But I still vote for Ultimate King..*giggles*" "Yeah, it's Frich Yuan. That's a lot of fun, no. I don't have any news about that..." the other one said sadly. "Even me.." tsk, still Yuan?! I sighed. "Miss Hershey Mae Mendoza, can you be Mine? Please..." said the playboy of the entire campus. It's as if you can hear yourself, she's wearing an ear set. Stupid

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

I turned and lowered my gaze at once, the tray balanced carefully in both hands. Prince Pavan entered without a word, shrugging off a dark outer robe and tossing it over the back of a chair. Half of his chest was bare, evidence enough that he'd just come from the bathroom. He didn't acknowledge me at first — didn't seem to think he needed to. I stepped forward and set the tea down exactly where Lady Salaza had shown me, then stepped back and waited. He glanced at the cup. Then at me. "New," he said. It wasn't a question.

“I'd love a tray of food for myself, Aella. That should be all for now.” Aegon walked further. “Aella?” “Yes, my Prince.” “The tray should have a meal for two people. I might want to eat with my wife once again. What do you think about it?” He caught up with the closet, leaving me stunned. No, shocked but I managed a look that didn't sell me off. “I'll be back with a tray of meal for two, my Prince.” While she walked out, I looked at the table before me. “Good morning, Aegon. I'm hoping that you slept well.”

“Thank You Ma’am Haley.” “You’re welcome darling. Looks like someone’s gonna get a boyfriend tonight.” Ma’am Haley winked. “No!! Honeypie can’t have a boyfriend!” Tristan suddenly interrupted. Ma’am Haley looked at him. “And why can’t she?” Tristan went beside me and hugged me on my side. “Honeypie is only mine.” Ma’am Haley and I looked at each other and chuckled. We stepped out of the car and men welcomed us with a curtsy. “Welcome back, Princess Haley and Prince Tristan.” The maids greeted Ma’am Haley and Tristan.

“I meant it! I expected more velvet and plush cushions. This is all upscale hipster.” The Prince's mouth curled up at the corners. “Wow, you thought I'd surround myself with velvet and cushions? What am I? Sixty?” He dryly remarked. “No, but you are Royal Prince. In all honesty—“ She cut herself off, plopping on of the outdoor chairs. “I thought you would have all velvety and expensive crystal. Children fear to enter your room because you are scary.” “Very funny.” Tristan put a plate in front of her and sat down himself. She eyed him as he pulled the chair closer, how his lashes fluttered along, sunlight turning their tips golden, and his cheekbones were prominent. For a brief time, she let

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

I am late for a meeting" I smiled cleaning my teary eyes and picking up my bag. Even though my happiness had no limit and I wanted to just cry out my happiness but still one thing can't be ignored. There was no way I could have escaped this suspension....no trustee would have voted for me as they were most probably bought by Mr Woods except one. The trustee that had the power of veto and I think I knew who this was. None other than our young Prince. Your Majesty ........................................... "Oh my god just look at those abs girls!! " The girls that sat in front of me screamed in each other's ears as the young Prince pulled up his basketball shirt and displayed his fully toned

The voice got deeper but dangerously low. The little time that I had known this new Whadh, there wasn't a time that I would prefer his deadly slow venom to his deeper ones but fast flames. He was indeed the devil from hell. "We didn't see anything other than her time with you here. Even in that backseat of that car you two were… doing certain things." Tracy's glanced at me, flashing me her sudden red cheeks. It was burning pretty fast. The Prince waved at the girls and they both hurriedly stood in front of him. While watching from behind the scene, I felt a twist in the pit of my stomach and a frown had certainly replaced my face just by the movement of that hand.

I followed the line of his vision until my eyes landed on the source of his distraction. It was Tricia. Huh? Tricia had her hair over her shoulder exposing her neckline that held an emerald crystal necklace that shone dimly, she was beaming widely at the camera she'd pointed at her face while taking selfies and she was totally oblivious to Prince's lost stares. And boyyy, he was staring at her, completely, unabashedly as if she was some sort of divine being that just came down from heaven. I never knew Prince could be capable of openly admiring a lady like this.