Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

“Goodbye, little princess.” The trap had been sprung. And this time, it was far more personal than we had planned for.

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.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

“They are practically saying that I got seduced by you.” “Sorry but eww.” I couldn't help but make a face. “But, it can't be something that serious, right? It's not like you are some Hollywood prince or something,” I added with an eye roll. Mr. Pryce just looked at me and I sure wasn't liking the vibes I was getting from the room. Tara coughed awkwardly. “He actually is the Hollywood prince,” she told me. I blinked once and then twice. “You mean like he's royalty?”

But seemed like he didn’t need bailing because the next thing he said was, “C’mon dahlia, don’t be like that. I can never be too busy for my little princess. But I honestly forgot your toy Gianna. But trust me I’ll get it for you tomorrow. However I brought everyone something.” Gianna made a sad face but her eyes immediately lit up at Tristian last statement. The others also cheered. Their eyes shimmering in anticipation as Tristian dug his hand in his chest pocket and brought out sealed bars that look like sweets. He passed it to everyone.

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?

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

“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.