Princess Scott Novels & Stories

she was now the one getting pissed. "You did this on purpose! I am impressed but at the same time disgusted!" she stressed out. "Huh! You, wolves talk in your thoughts? No wonder they call you crazy!" Scott mocked. "Let's end this!" Scott roared as she started stretching his mouth and his fangs were getting bigger. He jumped like a flash of lightning as he surrounded the Princess trying to attack her from behind. But the Princess noticed his strategy that she suddenly jumped high and when she came down, she slashed Scott into two.

I'm going to find out about it soon now that I knew where she was. "What does it say?" Scott asked with a deep frown. "Nothing you will understand." I stuffed the note into my pocket and watched the decapitated head once again. The things that I heard about the mysterious Moretti princess—Evangeline can never pull that off. Either it was all false or it was someone else. ══════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════════ •Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

she said. "That's way less than what you asked me for before," Scott said surprised. "Those things you asked are not important information," she scoffed. "The Nirvana's coronation party is in three days not tonight and the one you didn't suspect is the culprit," she said and turned to walk away. Scott brought the money from his pocket and gave them to her. And she began to walk away. "You didn't tell me the dress code," Scott yelled after her. "There's none," she yelled as she walked away.

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 lo

she accused, stepping closer. I froze, caught off guard. "I heard what you said earlier. You want me to be with you," she continued, sighing. "I’d do it— only for one night, after the six months, after I have gotten my company back... I’d need to prepare myself because..." She hesitated before whispering, "I’m a virgin." Her words, as cute as they were, made me laugh. Her innocence—how could she possibly be a virgin if she had been married to John Smith for years?

No torches needed. At the center stood a single woman, their scrutiny fixed upon her. Ebony hair fell in a curtain around her heart-shaped face, brushing the tips of her ocean-blue eyes. Elysia lifted her shoulders, jaw tight, and stared at the rough stone beneath her feet, each heartbeat a quiet acceptance of what was coming. Sabel waved her hand dismissively. "Seriously?" she scoffed. "You expect me to see our beloved sister—", her voice rose in disbelief, "—as a villain?"

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?"

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised: