Princess Scott Novels & Stories

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Katie asked. "Okay. Now hurry up and say it." “Scott's mate is in town. She's a human who has the destiny to be Scott's Luna. The girl's name is Lisa and she is Dorothy's granddaughter. You must know who that woman is. I want you to kidnap and keep Lisa away from Scott. Get her as far away from Stowe as possible until Scott can't find her. Then Scott will feel down and try hard to search for Lisa's whereabouts until he forgets everything, his responsibilities, his territory, and everything he owns. That's if you're willing," Katie said.

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Sandy snorted under her breath inaudible to anyone. "And send that girl to chamber number eight. Do it properly or you will suffer if anything goes unwell" Williams snickered as he mentioned about the girl he wanted to use tonight, Scarlett. Sandy's red eyes fell on the girl who just got out of the changing room. Dressed in a gown borrowed from Princess Alina's servant quarters, Scarlett got out hesitatingly. She has arrived at the royal palace for the dinner, but never did she ever thought she would end up in a mess like that. Her heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

They all have similar features, and I stop on the youngest girl, 'Princess Scarlett,' she is beautiful, with long, red hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. "That is Princess Scarlett on her eighteenth birthday, my lady," The bear guards say, looking at the painting. "She's beautiful," "Indeed," I turn around to the guards and ask, " Where is she?" "In her chambers," "Take me there, please." "She is not allowed any visitors," The rogue grumbles, looking at me with disdain. I take a step closer to him, standing at my full height, and look him in the eyes.

Her new life felt like a dream. Until— "Madam, Mr. Vincent is here," a maid reported breathlessly. "He's asking to see you." The magazine in Sophia's hand fell to the floor. A ripple went through her heart, but it quickly settled. She looked up and met Alexander's tense gaze. He put down the strawberry he was holding, his voice tight. "Princess, do you want to see him?" Sophia looked at his tense profile and suddenly smiled. "No." She reached out and poked his cheek. "Keep feeding me strawberries."

Romaine replied, flashing another fake smile over her shoulder. She tugged her earlobe, and his whole body reacted, heat pouring through him. Her hair, mostly up for the ball, had fallen throughout the night, and as they walked, the princess pulled out the rest of the pins, letting it cascade freely down her back. The sweet scent of honey and salty air hit him in the face.

She glanced at the photo Scott was pointing to. In the photo was a tall, well-built man with magnificent blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Zoriana froze. He reminded her of someone... the arrogant stranger she had met at the motorcycle showroom. But the Prince had a friendly, open look, with warm kindness in his eyes and adorable dimples—the total opposite of the arrogant asshole she’d met. His bride, on the other hand, looked like a narcissist, her chin held high with an expression like she owned the world. She had long, flowing brunette hair that cascaded in soft waves around her face and over her shoulders, deep-set green eyes, and a refined facial structure that gave her a sophisticated l

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.