Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

She had always wanted the freedom to do as she pleased but now that she had it she was clueless as to where to start. -Friendship Jake went inside the fast food place for the tenth time to fetch yet another milkshake. The Prince loved martial arts and had been practising for his presentation in order toreceive his Trigger Sword. To make sure he could practise for days on end he made sure to use the last thing that had fed his body before his death. The last few hundred years he had been keeping him strong, healthy and immortal on chocolate milkshake. The last one he ordered was a peppermint milkshake; it was her

And they are unharmed! “Raeyan!” Yris called and sighed in relief when he saw that the other was fine. “Vis!” Vira called. “Sister!” Lovis walked towards Vira while carrying a paper bag from a restaurant. Raeyan looked at Yris and handed to him the paper bag that he was carrying to distribute the food to everybody. Then, he turned to look at his younger brother Raine who is not only silent, but also is standing away from Vermeil, who looked strange right now.

Cklek. The door to the room slowly opened, breaking the oppressive silence. Tristan stepped inside carrying a wooden tray with both of his strong hands, holding a bowl of warm chicken porridge and a glass of water. The dark eyes of the crown prince appeared dim, showing deep lines of worry that weighed heavily on him this afternoon. While Alistair, Christian, and Julian were busy in the clan’s main office, buried in business affairs and stock manipulation after the Dominic Thorne scandal, only Tristan had been pacing since morning, constantly checking on the health condition of the Thorne clan’s queen.

I declare, and his lips twitch slightly at my response. “We’ll get back to that later then. Come and take a seat,” he pats the spot right next to him. Wary of his entire change in behaviour, I reluctantly sit down. Moments later, the door is being opened, and someone comes walking in with a huge golden tray with the weirdest combination of contents on it. There are two white towels, a dagger, two cups of hot steaming tea, and a plate with biscuits. “I’m Tristan, by the way,” he stretches out a hand for me to take.

Prince Darrel and his wife stayed to themselves and drank together, meanwhile Prince Damian was nowhere to be seen. The party went by smoothly, but as for Trey, he had swiftly escaped Jaxson’s line of vision and had been busy following behind another’s steps. His little hands held his toy close to his chest as he waltzed into the big glistening kitchen. With his height on the same level as the stools, he could hardly see over the counter. Frowning, his eyes swept over the room before they settled on Prince Damian who stood by the fridge, his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose.

Once she saw that I was awake, she dropped her phone on the couch and carried the tray, approaching me. “The sleepyhead is finally awake!” Pearl said in a sing-song voice, sashaying towards me. She smiled as she placed the tray on the bed. “And I brought the first Princess of the Lycan Kingdom breakfast in bed.” She bowed dramatically, gesturing at the tray. I couldn't help it so I burst out laughing, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the sound a bit. “Oh come on,” I cooed, playfully rolling my eyes at her. “There's nothing like the first princess. And who told you I'm back here as your first princess by the way?”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

“Sir?” “Are you so confident that the snack you have in that tray is good?” Valerie nodded her head with a wide smile and said, “Of course. You can ask Audrey, I make really delicious snacks”. “I hope so. Get the snack over here, but I'm warning you, once I get a taste of this and find out that it is not as delicious as you're talking about. Trust me, you're not going to find it funny” The President coldly replied. Valerie walked calculable towards the President, and dropped the tray on the stool close to Ethan.

she said to me. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't hungry but my tummy growled at the sight of the delicacy in the tray. I will just have a little bite I said to myself as I sit up with the upper side of my body, the tray of breakfast was set at a small table she had brought, it was set between my thigh so I can reach the food. The tray consists of a cup of hot tea and an omelet with shrimp at its side. "A very nice combo! I said as I down a sip of the tea, it was so thick and rich.

He stood immediately, brushing his hands down his pants like he was embarrassed to be caught ranting out loud. “Don’t speak,” he said. “You still look like crap. You need to rest. You almost died there!” I gave him a funny look and he reached down, grabbing a silver tray from the nightstand. The silver tray was covered in sliced melons which looked sweet and juicy. My stomach growled before I could stop it and I was already salivating. “The maids brought it while you were knocked out,” he said. “Eat and don’t argue.” He set the tray on my lap and backed off like he was scared I would bite him.