Priscilla Spelling Novels & Stories

Priscilla was in a lacy alter neck purple dress that revealed her thighs, gracefully descending the staircase with a radiant smile. Behind her were two men dressed in a suit. One has an ugly scar on his face while the other had mismatched eyes. They looked like dangerous men from the way they moved. "Welcome," Priscilla said with a happy smile. "Meet my associates, Suicide and Chrome." The one with the scar was Suicide while the other one with the mismatched eyes was Chrome. "They will keep you company while I go meet the enemy," Priscilla said as walked past him heading toward her car.

"What's that supposed to mean? Bisbee has people who aren't living in the best of conditions, Priscilla has witnessed it herself with her father." "Who's her father?" he asks. Noel thought they knew each other, it seems not. "The mayor, Priscilla's last name is Wright." "That makes a lot of sense," he grumbles. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Noel glares at him. He lifts his hands up in defense. "Nothing bad really, just explains why she seemed so hostile towards me when we first met, she even went as far as to warn me from bothering you the other day."

Priscilla was still intimidated by Madison and Wanda. "We need to act now." Adelaide's tone softened as she noticed Priscilla's red eyes. "Don't cry. I'll go with you. I'll take responsibility." Priscilla's voice was hoarse and vulnerable: "I'm counting on you. Tell Lance not to be angry with me." She no longer referred to herself as a priestess, her usual arrogance gone, replaced by a touch of coyness. Adelaide shuddered at this sudden display of vulnerability from someone who usually carried herself with such pride.

Inside, they found Priscilla making dinner—likely something separate for herself and her husband. "Welcome back," Priscilla said, smiling warmly. "Thank you," Noah replied with a smile. He stepped aside for introductions. "This is Priscilla, the Alpha female of the pack. And Priscilla, these are Derek—the one I marked—and Fighter, his dear friend," Noah introduced. "Very nice to meet you," Priscilla said, and they both nodded. "Same here." "…Are we supposed to call her by her name?" Derek asked, and Noah smiled.

"Rosa, don't say anything. Just do as I say, and one day, you'll understand my intentions." In the end, she still dragged Rosa to the chapel. The dimly lit room was filled with the choking scent of incense. Priscilla stood inside with a Bible in hand. She was reciting the scriptures. Priscilla had been a devout believer since she was young. At the age of ninety, she had spent most of her days in the chapel. Priscilla believed that the family's success was tied to her devout beliefs, and it was her sincerity that allowed the family to receive blessings.

Conversation in the immediate vicinity quieted slightly, wolves watching with careful curiosity as Priscilla crossed the room directly toward Wren rather than avoiding her, as expected. "I wanted to offer my congratulations," Priscilla said, her voice carrying none of its earlier sharpness, though something guarded remained beneath the surface. "Formally, and in front of witnesses, so no one mistakes this for anything less than genuine." Wren studied her carefully, uncertain how to read the gesture. "Thank you."

she suggested with a smile. Priscilla’s eyes widened. “No way! Chiarra, you don’t know what kind of world I’m dealing with out there. No matter how clean you are, they’ll never leave you alone as long as you have a stain.” She sighed. “So no matter what, you can’t go out. It’s not the right time. If you get a letter, don’t pay any attention to it.” Her lips curled in a grimace as she secretly clenched her fists. “Okay, Auntie…”

I stayed behind and listened to them as they schemed to beat Adam up during a party that a former senior was throwing this night. “I asked her to invite him. You know how Priscilla can be when it comes to pleasing people.” He sneered. Priscilla was the only daughter of one of Lily town's richest men, who was a friend of Vance's father. Her father was a real estate mogul, while her mother was a serial cheat who slept with men regardless of their age. Last I heard, she had gone to college. “I still don't see what they see in the fool.” Bobby scratched the top of his cropped black hair.

She had not come this far — her family's calculations, her own sacrifices, years of positioning herself exactly right — to lose it to a girl who didn't even know what she was walking into. A beta. With a sharp mouth and sad eyes and a backless dress and a way of looking at Keal like she already knew him. Like she already had him. Priscilla turned away from the direction Liora had walked. Fixed her expression. Smoothed the silver dress with one hand. Sharp mouth. She almost smiled. The real kind, not the arranged one — small and private and pointed, the smile of a woman reminding herself what she was capable of when pushed. We'll see about that. She lifted the glass. And drank.

Priscilla had been the most prominent female powerhouse of her time, with the media hailing her as the dawn of the "Era of the Strong Woman" To this day, she had never married, nor had she ever had biological children. Instead, she had adopted and nurtured countless girls across the globe, many of whom had become influential figures in various industries. … Abel and Benjamin stood waiting at the VIP terminal entrance of Capitol International Airport. Abel was holding a bouquet of fresh red roses, his neck craning as he eagerly scanned the crowd. Meanwhile, Benjamin stood with his hands in his pockets, casually chewing gum. He blew and popped bubbles one after another, with each small "pop" i