Novel & Cerita Tray Fresh Prince Of Bel Air

I needed to concentrate and then get ready for the show. I walked into the bedroom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was on the bed. A beautiful black guitar, with a golden ribbon bow tied around the neck. I ran over to him and saw that there were two gift boxes. One large and one small, in golden color and with a black bow on each. I took the guitar in my hands and slid my fingers slowly over the strings, producing a full-bodied, continuous sound that I loved. I placed it gently on the bed and went to open the larger package. I pulled the black bow and lifted the lid of the box, finding myself with a laptop and a cell phone. There was also an envelope with a note that said: My pri

He asked. "Please." And he walked to where it sat on a table and carried the tray, laying it gently on the bed, then sitting across from her, with the tray between them. It was a breakfast of Orange juice with cakes alongside a bowl of blueberries. The princess loved her blueberries. "We will have to be careful, so we don't stain the sheets. Madam Kayla wouldn't like that." "Madam Kayla is the huffy woman with the big bossoms?"

It was the same eyes which holds many stories ,my lips formed into a smile at that moment without my realisation in the thought of finding the person behind the mask. I asked someone to research about him but there isn't much information about him which others know, the main thing was that most of the citizens have no idea that he is the fifth prince as they haven't seen him. He really is good at maintaining a low profile, I should ask some people close to him or I should ask him itself to dig into his information. I push my thoughts behind my mind when the sound of tray landing on the wooden table disturbs my mind, placing the steam bun on the tray I look straight to meet the pair of eyes w

Without waiting for verbal permission from the room's owner, the teakwood door slowly swung open. Tristan Vance strode inside with long, confident steps. Two buttons of his black shirt had been deliberately left undone, revealing the upper part of his broad chest and emphasizing his sharply defined jawline. The dark eyes of the crown prince gleamed with lust-driven tension mixed with an overwhelming tactical anxiety. Several hours before the secret private celebration prepared by Daddy Alistair, Julian, and Christian was about to begin, Tristan’s heart had been relentlessly plagued by a sense of foreboding he could not explain through cyber logic.

Queen Minerva winked. “Maybe she’s going to see that young prince of hers.” Alicent teased and Bellamy blushed. “What prince?” “The prince of Sapphire.” “Oh. Is he the one?” Queen Minerva asked and she nodded. “Yes. He is THE ONE.” Bellamy giggled. … Nicklaus was waiting for Bellamy in the garden. He had promised to build a replica of the Love’s garden in New York. “Nicklaus.” Bellamy called softly and he almost lost balance due to the way his heart skipped beats.

"Yes, room service? We'd like a tray of cress and cucumber sandwiches...." "Meat!" Ari mouthed. "Actually, why don't you make it a variety tray?" Grayson changed the order. He waited while someone said something at the other end. "Surprise us." He smiled as he listened. "Thank you." He hung up the phone and then turned to Ari. "They said it would be just a few minutes." He laid down beside her and his lips descended upon hers, gently at first, and then with a passion like no other she had known.

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

I stretched up and felt good the moment fresh air attacked my face. Not long after, my phone suddenly rang and my eyes quickly searched for it. Trevor's name flashed on the screen. I answered the call with a smile. "Hi, babe." he greeted. I smiled at the tone of his voice. It's husky and weak, an indication that he went to a party or got drunk the night before like he always does. "I miss you so much." he said. He's still drunk, I could tell. I missed his playfulness. I just shook my head.

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

There was a knock on the door, he went to open the door only to find Gad there with a plate of food on his hands, "I brought you dinner my prince" Theodore ushered him inside. Gad set down the tray on a table. "Is the room to your liking, my prince. Is there anything you would like to change?" he asked. "Everything is fine" "If there is anything you want, do not hesitate to tell me, my prince." "I am the prince right? And you are obligated to obey all of my commands right?" "yes my prince" "Good. I command you to stop calling me 'my prince' and call me by my name"