Crossbreed Priscilla Novels & Stories

“My dad has five wives, you think he doesn’t know his daughters look?” Brute chuckled as he gave her a light side hug. “How’d your finals go?” “Really good, I think.” She beamed at him. “I passed my driver’s test.” “Good for you. What are you driving?” “The heaven.” Priscilla pulled out a piece of paper from her shorts pocket. Unfolding it, she showed him a new baby blue Harley Davidson soft tail. “As soon as we get my final grades and I get my motorcycle license, dad said that we’d go pick her up.”

Priscilla was one of Michelle's disciples. She was an extremely potent woman, considering she had Kyuhelios blood. Once, Alex had even borrowed some of her blood to help cure the parasitic worm in Leanne, Jack's wife. He wanted to train Priscilla personally at that time, but Michelle had her eyes on her first, and he put that thought away. "Why are you here, Priscilla? Did you stop going to school?" Alex asked, still very much surprised.

Priscilla was in a lacy alter neck purple dress that revealed her thighs, gracefully descending the staircase with a radiant smile. Behind her were two men dressed in a suit. One has an ugly scar on his face while the other had mismatched eyes. They looked like dangerous men from the way they moved. "Welcome," Priscilla said with a happy smile. "Meet my associates, Suicide and Chrome." The one with the scar was Suicide while the other one with the mismatched eyes was Chrome. "They will keep you company while I go meet the enemy," Priscilla said as walked past him heading toward her car.

They could sense that the situation was turning into hot gossip! The things that they'd learned that day were truly astonishing. Firstly, Rhea, the heiress of the Ravelle family, had deigned to marry a man who already had children. Secondly, Priscilla's honored guest was a homewrecker who was a compulsive liar! Priscilla had an ugly look on her face. She knew the other women were probably upset with her for treating a homewrecker as an honored guest. "Mom!" Arielle cried out in delight.

“It’s a good thing that you have a little bit of bad in this life. You know too much goodness is bogus, it’s driving you to your destruction it means,” “You have an explanation for everything but right now I want peace. I want n escape from all this and I want to know when I’ll get pregnant,” she said “Give me your hand,” she asks and Riley gives it in hesitance. Priscilla gently rubbed her palm and felt something. “You can’t get pregnant now,” “What,” “You’re meant to have only Alder’s child, not Xander’s,” she said. “No way. You’re lying. I’ve heard many wolves get pregnant out of their mate bond,”

I grab a piece of bread, but before I can take a bite, Priscilla’s gaze sharpens, fixating on my hair. “Hold still,” she murmurs, stepping closer. Before I can react, she gently plucks a strand from my head and holds it up. “What?” I ask, confused. She twirls the strand between her fingers, her brows furrowing. “You’ve got a white streak coming in.” I freeze. “What?” She holds it out for me to see. It’s unmistakable—a stark silver strand mixed among my blonde locks. "There's more...it's concentrated in the areas above your left ear."

"Security, please remove this trespasser. She’s disrupting the production." Rocco and the team didn't just escort her; they practically dragged a screaming, sobbing Priscilla through the gates. The paparazzi, still gathered in swarms, went into a frenzy. They captured every second of Priscilla’s meltdown—the ruined makeup, the screeching insults, and the final, humiliating image of the "Rossi Heiress" being tossed onto the pavement like common trash. By the time she hit the ground, the video was already trending worldwide.

I assumed it was just nerves. I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me. Just then, the doors swung open. Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list. Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him. The soldatos below started whispering. I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?" Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”