Crossbreed Priscilla Novels & Stories

He asked "We are married? I am pregnant? We were married and I was pregnant Adrian but I have given birth already. I gave birth to our babygirl and we named her Isabella. My name is not Camilla, I am Claire so I don't understand you" I yelled at him and his eyes widened before he staggered "I can't believe that you would even think of mistaking me for another woman? I am Claire, I don't know how you all were able to make my stomach look like this but I'm not going to buy it" I said to him

she stands beside Conri who is taking a break from his battle, tending the fresh wounds he got. "S-she's a crossbreed... but a different one." "What do you mean?" Risse asks while helping him cleans his wounds. Risse is also a Galen, a healer. "Her scent is different from you a-all...You know I can distinguish a race just based on their scents, and hers is very unique. I..I--" "Did you think she can help you with your revenge?" "Yeah.. she just needs cultivation. I'm planning to help her control her powers if we got married."

Nothing more. “Thank you all for joining us today,” Gladdis began. “Today, you are all witnesses to the joining of Prince Layke of Avalon and Princess Belle of Midsummer, as they not only unite in matrimony but unite their kingdoms as one and vow to protect one another’s subjects.”

He would be the very definition of a Scot's man straight from the wild with bright green clever eyes and a large braided beard . Jake looked annoyed as hell and he didn't even look at me when they entered the kitchen.The woman with a short pixie red hairstyle smiled "hello I am Elsa,Bella's mother and a member of the lycan council."she introduced herself and I smiled at her although her smile didn't seem genuine but I ignored it. "It is nice to meet you Elsa,I am-" "Priscilla ofcourse ,the hybrid witch."she finished after cutting me off and a growl escaped my mouth before I could catch it,my beast was pissed that she did not even identify us as our Alphas mate.

“But, I’m Ophelia Gregor, Daughter of the Crescent the heir and the direct descendants of the Moon Goddess.” “You know,” Priscilla said, a hint of mockery directed towards Bernard. “You have got a lot of explaining to do, right?” As always lady Priscilla doesn’t show much of a reaction, almost as if she was anticipating it from the beginning. And apparently, Ophelia wasn’t the only one who noticed that.

It had taken months of quiet probing—private investigators, old records, a few well-placed bribes—but the truth had begun to take shape. My supposed half-brother wasn’t some bastard child from an affair. He was the biological son of my father and my stepmother, Priscilla. A child born in complete secrecy. Priscilla had been forbidden from having children when she married into the Möller family. It was tradition—outdated, cruel, but upheld like law. She’d been married into legacy, not family. She found out she was pregnant and told my father she was taking a long vacation with her mother and sister.

"I've also prepared a few crates for you to bring home. Consider the wine a little gift from me. I hope you don't mind the simplicity of the gift." The guests couldn't possibly turn Priscilla's gift down after hearing her words. Truthfully speaking, Priscilla was suited to be a domineering businesswoman. She was the decisive type who could grasp any opportunity handed to her. Previously, Sage was worried that Priscilla might not be able to endure the weird looks cast her way or the gossip surrounding her and Mimosa. But it turned out that Priscilla couldn't care less about those things. In fact, she took the opportunity to increase her popularity by promoting the latest vintage vodka.

They grabbed each other, drawing strength from each other. Priscilla was still upset about her daughter's scandal with Jake. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that her daughter had sneaked out to see a man, Jake for that matter. She was seriously upset, she had hoped that her daughter will be paired with Fay, he was going to be the next Alpha and she hoped her daughter would be the next Luna. Jake was not good for the future of the girl, he was not. She was in her room, pacing around, cracking her brain and looking for a way out of the mess when she heard a knock on the door. She whispered permission and an omega girl came inside. Priscilla walked to the window and stood by it, her

Priscilla, now 47 years old, was the adopted daughter of the Price family. 25 years ago, her entanglement with the three Price brothers was enough to fill a million-word novel of love and tragedy. In the end, Priscilla locked her heart away and took over Price Nation. She watched as her three brothers met their fates—one crippled, one lost to madness, and one renouncing the world to become a priest. Priscilla had been the most prominent female powerhouse of her time, with the media hailing her as the dawn of the "Era of the Strong Woman".

I hope that he at least can grow up without the cloud of his parents’ betrayals hanging over his head. Elizabeth and Austin have done a fantastic job of settling my family’s old pack. They also made Timothy and Priscilla their Gammas. I was thrilled when we heard that Priscilla finally accepted him as her mate. Her daughters are still adjusting, but from what Elizabeth says, it’s getting better. And just recently, I heard that Priscilla is pregnant again, this time with a boy.