Crossbreed Priscilla 소설 & 이야기

he muttered as he brushed past her. Prisca wouldn't lie, she had really missed him despite what happened. She couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable she made him feel, he had no right to be mad at her, She thought. She was the one that was seduced here. Sighing loudly she turned and began walking up the stairs towards her room. She was about to open her the door when she saw Brenda walking towards her. "Hey Prisca, some guy is here too see you"she said nonchalantly "said his name was Blake or something "

Her dyed blonde hair was tousled, her brown eyes unreadable. "Bella," she said quietly. "I know you're angry. You have every right to be." "Angry?" Isabella's laugh turned bitter. "I'm not angry, Priscilla. I'm impressed. You managed to sleep with my fiancé while crying to me about being pregnant with some random guy's baby. That takes talent. That takes real dedication to the craft of being a terrible person." Priscilla flinched. "That part was true. I am pregnant."

She sent me to doom by the way she glared which I only chuckled abou, and my friend and I already walked away. I must say Priscilla was really something! I could still remember how she just ignored Chris in San Pablo before, and that was when he wasn't known yet as the successor of one of the huge technology companies in the Philippines. But see? Now that the news about him blasted and he became like an instant celebrity, being revealed not only as a gorgeous young man but very rich, as well, Priscilla was making her way thinking that she could use her beauty to get his man's attention! But no! Chris will never waste his precious time with such a witch!

He deadpanned "What do you expect me to think? I barely know you, and if she isn't your daughter, what is Priscilla?" I snapped at him. Alaric calmly replied, choosing his words carefully. "My name is Alaric Von Duvall and she is Priscilla Nolan. We are clearly not related by blood, nor is she adopted. Priscilla is an orphan I took in a couple of years ago after she lost her family..." Wait a moment. I was dumbfounded

Then, she took Maia’s arm in hers, the way she always did back in college. “I have to thank you, Maia.” “What for?” “For paying me my wages in advance. The dating show hasn’t even started, but I already got my pay. It goes without saying I have to thank you for it!” Priscilla smiled warmly. “It’s your wages, to begin with. I’m just giving it to you earlier. Also, we’ve known each other for so long. Do you have to be so formal?” Priscilla said again, “With that said, do you think I’m a jinx to the Raven family? They were doing extremely well when my mom and I still had the Anderson family name, but they went bankrupt three months later after I changed my last name to Raven.”

But not as much as I love my Pryce. This woman is my everything, and together with our two wonderful and adorable sons, Preston and Bradley, who we can't have if not because of the enormous help of two fantastic witch doctors, my Aunt Alexandra C. Williams and my dear cousin, Cassandra Williams-Smith. And we are planning to have more children. I’m super duper excited about it now.

“Every time you try to rise, she drags you back down. Every single time. You want to know how I know that?” She turned slowly, eyes narrowed. “Because I know Selena is hiding something for you. A secret,” I said softly, “so big… so damning… that once it comes out, your perfect little life will never be the same again.” Her expression faltered. Who knew that Priscilla was once a slave?

I could almost picture Priscilla tilting her head the way she always did when she was curious. “What kind of favor?” she asked. “I need you to make a model of Rain. An exact copy. Something that looks, smells, and sounds just like her.” Priscilla didn’t answer right away. I could feel her confusion hanging in the silence. I was just as confused as she was. Why would he need this? Truly, Priscilla was from a foreign pack - not from Septha. They could do illusions that almost seemed like magic. But they needed something of the same exact size to do it.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

That didn't matter to me anymore, though, as I had already witnessed his cruelty—crossing his fingers while making our vows before the priest and leaving me to die in the freezing rain on our wedding day. Marcello furrowed his brow, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "What's the matter, Valentina? Are you upset with me? I didn't visit you in the hospital over the past few days because—" "You were occupied with the long-lost Principessa of the Sabato famiglia, right?" I cut Marcello off before I turned to Viviana and said, "You must be Viviana." Viviana trembled and bowed her head further. "You have nothing to be afraid of, Viviana," Marcello said, instinctively putting her behind his