Princess Scott Novels & Stories

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

He sniffed her, and his angry gaze landed on Scott. "You touched my queen?" he demanded angrily. Scott immediately went to his knees. "Your highness, that was out of gratitude. Queen Kyra is like a friend, nothing else" Scott hurriedly explained. "Kaiser, don't scare him. I am tired, take me to our quarters" Kyra intentionally diverted Kaiser's attention away from Scott. Scott sighed with relief. Kaiser carried Kyra away in his arms. "Well, you barely escaped the king's wrath" Sylvia teased Scott.

Scott is: - 43 years old - 6'5 - Half Australian, 1/4 Filipino, 1/4 Chinese - Unmarried - Mestizo - Entrepreneur Monte meticulously studied Mr. Scott based on the gathered data. He aims to be well-prepared for all potential investors interested in their business. Understanding their lives helps him navigate conversations and pinpoint topics that will capture their interest, as some investors choose to invest when they see genuine engagement, regardless of the subject matter, as long as it remains respectful. Wearing a simple knee-length blue dress, the fabric gracefully hugging her body, she exuded elegance. Her heels were pointed, and her makeup was understated. She walked towards their res

Scott looks from me to Joel with his eyes wide. "You said, royal guards. Are you royalty?" He asks with his deep voice. "Joel is a prince, and Kiana is a princess. Their brother Logan is the crown prince." I answer. Scott starts to bow, but Joel stops him. "Please don't do that. We don't use our titles or anything. Why don't you go ahead and pack? We'll wait for you outside." Scott shakes his hand and takes off out of the room. I look at Joel and laugh.

I said, “and she’s my friend. May I ask, what’s going on with you and these emails?” Scott considered what I said, rotating his glass in his hand so the ice made clicking noises against the crystal. “I like Sarah,” he finally said. “I do too. I showed the world I liked her by making her the goddess-mother of—” “Goddess-mother, goddess-mother,” he interrupted. “Like that was supposed to be some great honor.” “The Luna Temple—” “Who gives a shit about the Luna Temple? Seriously, a bunch of old, worn-out hags?”

I hurriedly went through the documentary and jeez I was surprised at what it says. "Damn!" I exclaimed. My friends peered at me. "What does it say?" They simultaneously asked. "Her name it says here, are Princess Diva Danielle Scott although her stage name is BLACK DIVA. She's the only child of Mr Timothy and Mrs Elizabeth Scott and the heiress to the SCOTT'S BUSINESS EMPIRE the fifth most successful business industry in America. She's the leader of the DAZZLING STARS DANCERS which is listed amongst the best dance crew in America. Black Diva started her career at the age of sixteen with her two best friends 'Rosalie and Saline' whose parents are also very popular in the business world. She g

Anne returned to her desk and peeked at the president’s office before turning to Zoey and whispering, “Do you think the rumors about Mr. Scott and Jessica Myers are real?” Jessica Myers is the celebrity who made the front page news with Laurence. Her perfect figure and looks earned her a reputation for being an amorous celebrity. Zoey took a sip of warm tea but said nothing. Anne was surprised. “You don’t know either?” The assistant listening finally interjected. “There’s no way Miss Jenner doesn’t know. Isn’t she the one usually who gets rid of Mr. Scott’s scandals and women?” Anne thought about it and agreed. Mr. Scott changed women quicker than a speeding bullet. He had slept with tons of

Creed's POV Fabulous. That was the best my brain could do then. She appeared… amazing. Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress. My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom. A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk. "You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.