Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

She quickly got down from her dad's lap and tried to hide her chocolates behind her back. “I think, my prince,” She yelled, quickly stuffing some chocolates in her mouth and running away from mom. He went inside the house before her mom could catch her from consuming her favorite chocolates. Elena Edwards is the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known businessman, running thousands of companies throughout the city and earning more than enough to provide her with everything she wants. She has three overprotective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards, and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a famous Football player who is like a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, run

“I’d ask how it was for you, but I think I already know. Who’d have guessed you were a screamer?” “I’m just an excellent actress, that’s all.” I teased, curling happily up to his side. “Next time, Preston, I wouldn’t mind being the one driving you a little crazy.” “works for me. I have no problem at all with a woman in charge.’ It was a couple of hours later that I was woken by the sound of the door hitting the wall. I blinked to see Preston approaching, bearing a tray. He laid it on the bed. “What is this?” I said, looking at the tray of cold meats, cheese, and crusty bread laid out.

“thank you Trudy” I put my fruits, nuts, milk, ice, oats and everything I usually do into the blender and slip a bit of an energy booster potion to keep me pumped, I mean it’s not like I’m cheating, right? After blending I pour some out into a glass also adding some blueberries on the top and turn “would you like to try some Trudy” “I wouldn’t mind having some myself too” everyone turns and bows “greetings your majesty” “good morning everyone, carry on”

she handed the tray to her. "Oh, really?" She took it. "Yeah, I have to go now. Good night," and she turned. "Thank you," she replied opening her door, then she walked in. She carried the tray to the bedside table and dropped it. Holy. Heaven. Why has the Prince sent someone, a fellow maid like her to get her food, why? Argh, she flopped on the bed tiredly. Raghav really meant business, but this just... just couldn't work, even if it seemed it could.

The maid was quick to overcome her shock and did a curtsy. “I apologize if this is how I came across. I was worried for the Princess,” she replied, with a blank face. She then began to set the table with trays and lead her servants to stand in front of her. ‘She didn’t want to cause a scene or stir up trouble.’ Laylin noted and gave a nod. She wouldn’t gain much from ruining a maid's life anyway so putting her in her place was better. Laylin eyed the golden trays covered in sheer cloth. The exotic fruits looked rare and appetizing. She had heard the harvest was rare, and even Royalty found it hard to get. She had only eaten two of these once before.

His voice was a low rumble that sent a fresh shiver down my spine, though his expression remained perfectly innocent for the child’s sake. Trish placed the tray onto my lap with a flourish and a look of immense pride. I looked down at the offering: a stack of somewhat crushed pancakes, generously—perhaps excessively—smothered in chocolate syrup, paired with a tall glass of orange juice that looked as though it had been squeezed with great vigor. "Thank you, Trish. That is incredibly sweet of you," I replied, my formal tone softening into genuine affection. It was impossible to maintain a noble distance when faced with such adorable action.

Troy was busy looking at the menu given by the waiter. "I'll have ginger milk," I replied. "I'll have chocolate milk, Uncle," said Gillian. Troy nodded and repeated our orders to the waiter. He also ordered several snacks for us. "Didn't you bring bottled breastmilk for Prince?" Troy asked when he saw Prince starting to get fussy from thirst. "I have a lot of breastmilk stock in the ice box. It just needs to be warmed up," I said while grabbing a bottle of warm milk from the backpack.

Jane pulled away and got to the door. "Hi, Jane" The Prince panted with a grin. "You look super hot in those shorts." Her mouth dropped open at sight in front of her. Tristan was standing in her door. He was also carrying a stack of boxed pies from wherever he got that from. Also, his hair bounced sweatily. When he waved in front of her, she hissed, "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Umm...Didn't you hear me on TV? I said I was coming."

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 took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot