Tray From Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

I locked my sight at the target called “diabetes in a plate” I picked the dark chocolate-covered strawberries and said, “Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness.” He commented I looked like a cute kitten chocolate eater before entering the first door from his bed. I was on the verge of choosing between the strawberry macaroon and baklava next when the door slammed. Wow, the Crown Prince was true to his words! I grabbed the strawberry macaroon when... “Reyner! Where did you put it?!” Poor strawberry macaroon rolled on the floor at the same time my soul left this world when I gained VIP access for his au naturel body, exhibiting his mighty sword.

He smiled and closed the door. *** Adriana's heart fluttered with joy as she walked into the kitchen, her stomach was filled up and contented. She placed the tray on the counter and the chef who had given it to her stared at it as though he couldn't believe his eyes. “Whose tray is this?” He finally spoke. “The Prince's.” “You mean Prince Marcus?” The chef asked to confirm and Adriana nodded her head. His mouth dropped and the other chefs and maids who were around them gasped.

Actually, Clayton made it easy for me to talk about the past. We finished dinner with his signature dessert. He called it fruit cheesecake. It was apparently his favorite dessert. “It's delicious,“ I commented. “Yeah, I told them to package one for Calvin. He would love this!“ he stated and I nodded. “ Yes, he will kill for this. Thank you, Clay,“ He helped me out of my seat and the waiter handed us a paper bag as we left. “ Here,” he handed me the brown paper bag with the name of the restaurant on it. Inside was a small white box…

The echoes of Trayaksh’s words still rang in her ears,"Tomorrow, we’ll see how much fight you still have left in you, wife." Tomorrow had come. And so had he. The door creaked open, the sound sending a chill down her spine. Measured and heavy footsteps approached her, stopping right before her. "Doll." His voice was quiet, almost gentle. But she knew better. She slowly turned her gaze toward him. Trayaksh stood tall, dressed in his crisp black shirt and slacks, exuding effortless power and cruelty. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held something dangerous. "You didn’t come down for breakfast," he remarked, tilting his head.

He must have seen all of them. I straightened up and glared at him, "Aren't you enjoying this too much?" "Of course not. How can I dare to do this?" He immediately lifted his hand in the air as he surrendered. "By the way, I have to give credit to all the people who did editing and the hashtags are also quite creative." #RagePrince #PrincePunch #PrinceStrikesAgain He read all those hashtags for me and I gritted my teeth before throwing the cushion at him. However, with his quick reflexes he caught it with no effort.

I quickly pushed the covers aside and sat up. That’s when I noticed the tray sitting neatly on the small table near the window. I blinked. Then smiled. Of course. Nan. The tray was filled with food. Fresh fruit. Toast. Scrambled eggs. A small pot of tea. And a glass of orange juice. Everything arranged beautifully. I laughed softly to myself. “I missed this.” Being spoiled like this was something I had taken for granted growing up. But after months of living independently… It felt almost luxurious. I slid out of bed and went to freshen up first.

"Let's show them our daughter's throne ." Travis raised his face, his silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive gratitude as he walked directly by her side under the flashing lights of the paparazzi, realizing with absolute, soul-shattering certainty that while his false crowns were buried in the mud forever, their true kingdom was finally standing in the light—and he would guard the path of his queen and princess until his very last breath .

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

embarrassed smile on my face then I scratched my head "you knew that I was staring?" She nodded and said "we are sirens and I am guessing that you are an elf" I pounded if I should tell her, I have enough strength to run if they decide chase me like the army did. So I told her "I am the tribrid prince, I'm an elf,dragon and kreo" she looked at me with amazement "your highness" she teased i laughed and said "but I can't be a prince without a castle or kingdom to rule can I?" She laughed and that was all it took to and I started starring at her again "stop staring at me like that you eyes look like they can eat me up" she said then hit me playfully on my shoulder, I blushed and looked the oth

But his pace—his damn long legs—kept up with me effortlessly. I needed to lose him. A flash of silver caught my eye—one of the waiters carrying a tray of appetizers. Without thinking, I grabbed the tray and flung it backward. It hit Creed dead in the chest. Gasps erupted around me as fancy hors d’oeuvres splattered across his expensive shirt, but I didn’t stop to watch the aftermath. I ran. The back door. I needed to get to the— I burst through it, lungs burning— Only to crash right into a solid wall of muscle.