Princess Scott Novels & Stories

It's a very punishable crime to be spying on the king. Scarlett masked her rage, and plastered a smile on her face. "Come and see, Princess." "I am not moving an inch." Samoa declared. "Trust me, you don't want to miss this." Samoa took a deep breath and walked closer towards her. Scarlett stepped aside and crosses her arms. The princess looked through the window. Scarlett waited smugly with her arms crossed as she waited for the princess to come to terms with the sight before her.

I spun around to take a look at the intruder, he was dressed in an all-black tux with his black hair covering his forehead, he was about six feet seven and had this aura that caused a shiver to run down your spine. His mask looked simple to look at but if one looked closely one would find out that it wasn’t just a simple mask. It gave off that enchanted vibe. I squinted at the fact that the stranger was no ordinary man, still, I don't care. I smiled politely at him before declining the offer. I was here for more important things and dancing with a stranger wasn’t part of it. The guy leaned in and I could feel his breath on my ears, I was about to turn around and protest when his words caught

"One second, no one's talking about it. The next, boom! Everyone's infected." Before I could say anything, a group of students walked past us. They were chatting loudly, clearly not even trying to be discreet. "I seriously can't believe Stelle's a princess," one of the girls said, her voice laced with disbelief and just a touch of envy. "Like, what the hell? She's been here for years and never acted like anything special." "Exactly," another chimed in with a scoff. "She's been so quiet, so... normal. Now suddenly she wants to parade around like royalty?"

someone whispered near me. The announcement caught my attention. A princess? At this event? I quickly pulled out my phone and typed “Princess of Scotland” into G****e. To my surprise, no clear image or information came up. It was as though her identity was deliberately hidden from the public. But it was stated she was a billionaire and the creative director behind Caledonia holdings. This company was the biggest in the market right now. People were paying attention to their insane details which was all the idea of the princess of the Scotland.

I was back, back to the Moon Hunt Festival from ten years ago—the day my destiny and Scott’s intertwined. "Alpha, this is the Moon Goddess's decree," the Head Elder reminded him softly. "To hell with the Moon Goddess's decree!" Scott ripped off the ceremonial badge pinned to his chest. "I will not accept a useless female without even claws as my Luna!" The werewolves around us whispered amongst themselves. Joanna stood a short distance away, a smug smile playing on her lips. She was noble and elegant, a blue-blood, Scott's childhood sweetheart. I took a deep breath. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistakes.

The last time she saw a glimpse was when he staked his claim on her as his fiancée. She would ask him what he was all about when they were alone. He leaves her kneeling and turns to the remaining two women. They all had long faces. “You are the Princess,” he points to one whose eyebrows were raised. “and you are Priscilla Scott,” Dalia gasped at the mention of their names. The first was royalty while the second was one of Hollywood’s. On a normal day, Dalia would be struggling to get an autograph. Her evening has been ruined by all four of them. She feels nothing but disgust. Deep down, Dalia felt a bit jealous of how Eros could remember their names.

I'm pretty good at predicting when people lie. ”Oh really?” ”Yes.” He replied confidently. "Alright, I am the princess of Valeria and have come here to have revenge against the people of Devon, and their king for all the harm he has caused to my kingdom.” She said without any hesitation. Scott just stared at her, wide-eyed. She couldn't be serious, but she didn't look like she was lying. ”Are you serious? Because I can't really tell if you're lying or not.” A grin spread across her face and she slapped his arm.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Pavan appeared a little intimidated, while Danial frowned at the bodyguards, about to question their purpose. Suddenly, the bodyguards parted, revealing a slim figure walking through the formation. Danial looked at her and didn't recognize her. The woman was Crystal Kirk, the princess of the Kirk Family. She dazzled in a sleek, sapphire-blue gown with a high slit and an off-the-shoulder neckline, adorned with intricate beadwork. She walked gracefully towards the table and greeted them, "Hello everyone, I hope you are having a great time. My name is Crystal Kirk, but you can call me Miss Kirk. I hosted this dinner."