روايات وقصص ضمن Crossbreed Priscilla

There was a real good chance it was all going to end up perfect for once. His life had never been so full. "I was wondering where you'd gotten off to." Brenden turned and breathed a sigh. Priscilla strolled toward him in her long, blue dress and her hair down in gentle waves. Her smile grew as she closed the distance between them and curled her arms around his neck.

He looked straight to the Egregious being's blazing purple eyes. “Given that you aren’t from my world you are the only one that survive in my blazing dome for this long.” “Make it two.” Someone said behind him. Randall widened his eyes then rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here?!” Priscilla thrusted her fists deep into the hot ground and grabbed two clones of the Egregious being out from the ground while holding their heads tightly she squashed them with her bare hands then she threw them up to the skies as they exploded.

Priscilla was in shock when she heard how fast Tristain had taken action. "He now had a military rank and naturally needed to request permission for his marriage. However, she was one of the princesses from Angolla. Would the military even approve of their marriage?" "However, Priscilla had a glimmer of expectation in her heart when she looked at Tristan and his bright smile."

How could you get in- -I don't need to come in. I was always here- the lips of the newcomer were raised -I am her daughter, the one who is formed in her womb, the offspring of the alpha who is out there, the one who will be the strongest wolf ever born, Priscilla, it's not nice to meet you-

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

" As soon as the young lady spoke, Faye recognized her voice. It was Priscilla, a girl who had graduated from Uclear University like Faye. During the job interview, Priscilla held herself in high regard and occasionally attempted to put down Faye. She was ultimately recruited by Light Moon Designs. Priscilla grew up in a wealthy family in Jeorgia City and was spoiled, having grown up being pampered with luxury. She did have some natural talent for design, which was why she was hired by Light Moon Designs. However, her designs were often subjective and overly deliberate in style. They emphasized individuality excessively to achieve a unique effect, resulting in designs that seemed out of plac

Priscilla's gaze was already captivated by him, her exquisite makeup was emitting a thirst for prey. She was no longer young, but her family was still urging her on. However, her previous thought was that it was better to not mess with them. Now, she had a clear goal to pursue. Jaquan had seen her in private, and had also told her about Paula's existence, telling her to definitely take her son's heart from Paula. This caused Priscilla to feel a sense of challenge. Ever since she became famous, she had no lack of male suitors, and she had seen Paula's picture before. She was indeed a mature and enchanting woman, but she was not bad either.

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

“Just get it done. And send me everything on her little skincare company too. I want leverage.” I ended the call and poured another glass of champagne, my platinum blonde hair falling over one shoulder as I smiled at my reflection in the window. I had clawed my way back into Creighton’s life once. I could do it again. Priscilla thought she could play house with that sandy-haired nobody and raise Cross heirs in secret? Cute.

i say in one breathe and sigh. “Wow” Priscilla mouths. “Well, that felt good” and she laughs. “I understand that, I usually go to Dr Olivia and explode, she's a good listener” . “She's a gossip” and Priscilla smiles. “She's got all the best juice” . “What you saw back there, is what omegas pass through, we are nothing more than weak wolves” Priscilla says. “Most of us omegas here are orphans, once our mothers sees the white hair, they just dump