Princess Scott Novels & Stories

It was too much. “You were right to say her leaving was unfortunate. But that’s the understatement of the year.” Scott tilted his head like a curious dog. “What do you mean?” And just like that, the power of the conversation shifted back into my hands. Around us, the other rogues perked up, their interests piqued. “She’s the princess,” I said. “The Alpha King’s daughter. The one they all thought was gone.” Scott’s smirk faltered, and for a second, I thought he might actually understand the gravity of what I’d just said. A few of the onlooking rogues gasped around us. They were being rewarded for their loyalty by being some of the first to know.

she asked hopeful. He glanced over at her, “Yep. Any luck with Prince Charming?” Raven picked up a box, “He might be more of a distraction than anything. He did offer to help, but I took off when he got into an argument with his girlfriend, or I should say future wife.” Raven rolled her eyes. “Claire Devlin, the model?” wondered Scott. “Was she as beautiful in person as on TV?” Raven laughed mockingly, “Oh, she’s beautiful, but she’s also a complete asshole.”

She thought she was the only keeping a secret from her children including Scott but she didn't know that Scott was also hiding something from her. “ I don't know if Scott would want to tell you guys about his true identity but you should all know that Scott isn't an ordinary person ” Chris said and Clara as well as Jessica and Jojo became confused apart from Maya. “ What do mean Scott isn't an ordinary person ? ” Clara asked. “ Well, Scott took after his father's wealth just like I did when dad died. Scott is the CEO of Harris corporation industries ” Chris dropped the bombshell and Clara, Jessica and Jojo eyes got wide like saucers when they heard what Chris just said.

She had been told of silvers horrors. The lady smirked, “I am Princess Lena of Craitan. If you are married to Scott. I don’t think you’d want to see what I’d be doing with him”. She swirled her sword and pointed it at Lydia, “Leave now. With the little girl, or she’d die”. Lydia was speechless. A Princess of Craitan? What did she want with Scott? She peered at the little girl who was no longer breathing. “I can’t take her to help in time. Only Walt can” she stepped towards the lady, “So you have to let him go”.

Her boobs were heaving with every deep breath she took. "That's all I can do, Princess. We can't do this anymore. We can't mix our two very different lives"

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

Jordan and Zara looked at each other and then turned to the side with their glasses in hand. Not too far away stood Scott and Cora. Cora was dressed like a princess. The red dress she had on was adorned with tiny shiny diamonds and her hair was curled up and styled. The necklace on her neck shimmered under the bright light: one look at it and you could tell that it cost a fortune. Similarly, Scott had cleaned up nice. Most of his black hair was sleek back. His suit looked new and well-ironed. He had one hand in his pocket.

“You’ll be like Cinderella at the royal ball.” I shook my head, letting out a wry chuckle. “Yeah, sort of, except I don’t have a Prince Charming, nor do I have a fairy godmother.” Fiona broke the hug and smirked. “Matt is your Prince Charming, dummy,” she said. “And I’m your fairy godmother, of course.” Fiona paused, her smirk growing into a grin at the sight of my reddened cheeks. She took my hand, her eyes filled with mirth and mischief. “And now, your fairy godmother is going to get you a dress.”

Prince Scott whispered softly in disbelief. “What?” The king asked in confusion. “She, the girl knocked the glass because of me your majesty. I am allergic to pineapples,” Prince Scott explained with a bow. “And how did you know that girl?” The King asked me suspiciously. “The prince pasted a list of his allergies in the hall, your majesty,” I replied shakily. Several of the nobles chuckled lightly at that and the tips of Scott’s ears turned pink. But the king didn’t seem amused, instead, he stared at me intently with a look I couldn't read in his eyes.

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