Novel & Cerita Tray From Fresh Prince

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.

I snap watching his dramatic behaviour. "Don’t speak," closing his eyes he takes a deep breath in "This pin is to be gifted for someone special," he states facing me his chin raised up in pride. "Really," snapping the pin from his hold I take a closer look at it making my eyes small when I curl up my eyebrows, turning to my right I see him who is still caught up by his pride " You think I'm a fool," I punch on his arm letting his wide smile turn to a weak one.

The second gift was a brooch for Grayson, which he happily pinned on right away. “There are also gifts for the governor and his wife, your sister, and her husband,” Riley said. At the same time, Joey continued handing out shopping bags from Adley & Co. “This is your brand, Riley,” Savannah remarked after checking the pendant. “Yes, and this is actually Freya’s first design. It was her Mother’s Day gift to me last year,” Riley revealed. But the most heartwarming moment came when Joey brought out a special guitar. Riley presented it to Tristan, saying, “Charlie told me you wanted this guitar, and I’m glad we had it in Halliport. It was just a phone call away.”

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Veer was standing at the door holding the tray that was covered but he still could smell something delicious inside it. "Can you repeat ,this is for who?" He was confused as the man who was the personal servant of Princess Sadie informed him that Princess Sadie send this for him. "For the beta, Veer." Veer tilted his head but before he could say anything, Robert left. He entered inside and put the tray on a table while Gallant came out after taking a bath. He rubbed his hair with a towel and goanced at him.

They both survey the contents of the tray. There are three rectangular disposable plates, arranges side by side on the tray. One has waffles and pancakes arranged in it like a stack of books. The one in the middle has fried eggs and two pieces of hot dogs on it. The third has two triangular pieces of toast bread. There is a small round bowl of cooked beans at one edge of the tray, a bunch of grapes, a bottle of water, and a glass jar of fresh pineapple juice occupy the rest of the tray. In a very small transparent plastic, there is jar and in another one, chocolate.

My damn handsome prince is really different even in his miserable hair and ripped clothes. “Parang wala akong nakitang ganitong bulaklak sa Japan, diba?” Pukaw sa akin ni Tracy. “Woy! Hindi mawawala yang Prinsipe mo, wag kanang lingon ng lingon diyan.” Sa pagkakasabi ni Tracy ay siya namang pag ngiti sa akin ni Greyson, isang napakatamis at napakalawak na ngiti habang sinisikatan ng araw ang kaniyang mala-baby face and flawless face.

"I knew you'd love this, princess. And we haven't even started yet." She stood upright, alternately ashamed that such things could excite her so, and aroused at the ideas they created. "Let's open the box." Pete pulled out his keychain with the little pocket knife attached, popped out the blade and slit the sealing tape. He dug through styrofoam peanuts and pulled out a long bar with what looked like extra large manacles at the end. "What's that?" Tracie sat down on the floor beside him. "That, my naïve princess, is what's called a thigh spreader." He sat her on the edge of the bed, took her legs and pulled them wide apart. "I clamp one around each thigh and keep those sexy legs spread

Today, Tristan had discarded his baggy school uniform and was dressed in a tailored suit, looking noble and gentlemanly, just like a little prince. Cherry's gaze lingered. 'He seems even more handsome than before.'