Princess Scott Novels & Stories

Kylie thought inwardly as she ate. "Hmm. So good" Kylie said as she raised her left thumb up giving him a thumbs up. He nodded proudly. "Of course. I'm Scott Anderson,the great" He said proudly without blinking. "Uh...the great? As if! You're not Zeus or any other god" Kylie scoffed as she ate. "I might not be Zeus or a god but I'm a demi god" Scott said so seriously and convincing. Even Kylie was on the verge of believing he really is a demi god.

I relaxed back on the chair, letting myself have a moment of relief. “Have you seen the American?” A woman's voice caught my attention. I followed it and found two elegantly dressed women older than me within earshot. “The Princess?” the second woman asked. She wore a scarlet red dress while her friend wore light purple. “She looks lovely.” “Not her,” the Violet woman replied. “The other one.” “The other American?” Scarlett asked. She tilted her head slightly. “Oh, the one in pink that is supposedly dating Prince Frederick.”

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

Scott said, the words I never thought anyone would say in a million years. “Scott!!” Tristan called, “She may be your wife but she was the Queen’s maid.” “Okay,” Scott dropped Elena’s body near my feet, “Then I guess it’s your duty to find out what happened and make the person pay,” He said and looked directly at Indigo, “Queen Aurora, am I right?”

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

“You did? When? When did you inform me, Scott?” “I did, sir. She was the girl who was sacked,” he uttered. What the heck! I remember when Scott came to the kingdom to inform me about her. He insisted that I should follow him, but I was too busy searching for her. I didn’t know that the mate I was looking for was right under my nose. “Yes, you did,” I grumbled. “I should have listened to you.” I didn’t know she was the one. "I didn't know she was the queen. If I had, I would have brought her to you," he replied.

"Well, you know. I'm full of surprises." A golden-haired woman with pointed ears approached. "Congratulations, Thanes." She extended her hand. "And congratulations to you too human. I'm princess Finanna." Introducing herself. "Julianna," I replied, shaking her hand nervously. "Finanna, the Elf princess, was the one who took down Scott's rock monster with ease."My mind raced. "Scott, looks like you win again," Finanna said, facing him. Scott smiled. "Try again next time."

“You’re killing me, Harper.” “Drive fast,” I say with a wink. We get to the party, and I finally meet the woman of the hour. Scott’s great-grandmother is a queen. The woman is tiny but fierce, dressed in an elegant blue dress, wearing pearls and bold red lipstick. She doesn’t look a day over eighty, and from the way she commands the room, I’m half-convinced she’s immortal. “She’s amazing,” I whisper to Scott as we watch her hold court from the center of the room.

I was getting pretty worried because it's unlike Kade to be absent at a crucial moment like this. "No, Ma'am." She responded, and I picked my phone to send a quick text before leaning into the seat as Micah fixed my hair accessories with the aid of the stylist she invited. I played with my fingers to get rid of the nervousness slowly creeping in. After the death of the last guardian, Seraphina and I were the only eligible princesses to contest for the position. The arrogant and boastful princess of the Clawstone pack has been quite confident she'd win because of her father's influence, and that alone made me scared. My father died a mysterious death just when I was happy he'd guide me throug

"Who might you be? Such sweet words. I'm over forty, nowhere near as lovely as a young girl." "I'm Sabrina, sister of Alpha Ulrik from the Bloodmoon Pack. I speak the truth. Your beauty and grace are unmatched. I've never seen anyone so divine—I thought you were the Moon Goddess herself!" Sabrina's flattery struck just the right chord with Priscilla. Priscilla owned numerous exquisitely carved moon goddess statues, each depicting the Goddess with gentle features and dignified grace. She felt she had everything in life—material wealth and love. If only she could be revered like the moon goddess, she'd be perfectly content.