Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

Alexei entered balancing a huge tray, his arms outstretched as if carrying a treasure. He wore gray sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, his blond hair still damp from the shower, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She looked at the tray. Then at him. Then at the tray again, her eyes scanning the mountain of food. Fruits, breads, omelet, pancakes, jams, coffee, juice, a small vase with flowers.

Trey was truly ill, lying frail on his bed with a thin blanket draped over him and an IV drip by his side. The sight of Trey softened Evangeline's fiery demeanor. "Grandpa, it's been too long. I've missed you," she said warmly, setting the fruit down on the bedside table. "Alice mentioned you've been skipping meals, so I brought your favorites—mangosteens and durians. Snack on them when you feel like it, but remember, moderation is key." Her tone was gentle, almost motherly, and Trey soaked it in. "Evie, you're such a good soul. I've heard about the troubles with you and Walter."

The other one followed behind, kicking the kneeling prince one last time as he passed. Zayla quickly pulled back. The hallway was long and open, Kaelric would definitely see her even if she ran. A servant passed by at the perfect moment. Zayla dashed forward, grabbing the tray she was holding. The servant looked at her, puzzled. “I like to help,” Zayla said softly, giving a small, reassuring smile. She stayed close to the servant, ducking her head as Kaelric strode past. Once he had gone, she carefully handed the tray back to the servant, offering another quick smile before hurrying towards the last prince.

I am about to start buttoning the shirt when the Princess walks back into the room with a tray of food that looks too good to be meant for a slave. A piece of the bread however falls off the tray as the Princess's attention fully shifts to me. She stares for a long moment. "Your body . . . is quite a spectacular view," she smiles. "I would really like you to leave the shirt open. I can stare at your bare skin for days." My hands drops from the shirt. I do not like a word she has uttered. But I am bound to obey her orders, for now. She approaches with the rest of the food, places the tray in my hands. "Thank you, your highness," I say in gratitude before taking a seat on the edge of Princess

As if no one would ever stop him. My pulse thundered. The tray finally came into view. Cookies. Just cookies. Golden honey-milk cookies. Freshly baked. Perfectly harmless. With the way the young prince looked at the trey, it was obviously his favorite. Relief rushed through me. See? You're overthinking. Then the poison. My eyes widened. The poison wasn't on the tray. It never needed to be. It had already been added during preparation. Before inspection. Before security. Before anyone could stop it.

They have been together since and have been living under one roof. Daisy had been completely out of the picture since she finished her community service in Halliport. She brought her mother back to Canada, which also helped Prince move on completely. “Happy birthday again, Freya. Enjoy your special day,” Megan greeted before she and Brian joined Prince and Trina at their table. Everyone resumed their meals. Freya, who was especially enjoying her fried chicken, turned to Kenneth and asked, “Why do you eat so small?”

Petris asked as Zayn eyes widened. "You are a prince?" Zayn asked "No i am a tooth fairy and i am here to collect your bloody teeth" Eli sarcased Zayn was pissed. okay if that is what he wants then...... the damn Game is so on! "Oh my God! Oh my God! i have longed waited for you. stay here i am gonna bring my teeth collection. Tris you also have a collection bring them. you keep them somewhere hidden in your closet right! Actually no everyone here bring your teeth!"

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

I kneel and examine the tray. There is a little of everything. Rice, fluffy and white. Vegetables cut neatly into small pieces. Some kind of roasted meat, sliced and arranged carefully. A piece of bread wrapped in a cloth napkin. Fruit, bright and fresh. Even a small dessert tucked into the corner, something sweet with a glossy top. It looks like someone sampled each item from dinner and placed it here on purpose. It is the most food I have ever seen on a single tray meant for one person. Why would anyone care whether I ate or not?

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